Surprise surprise even the veins write lines inside my eyes.
When I sleep which I do, I shoot up the ink that makes me blink more lines.
I need no pat on the shoulder no cat for me because I'm older
Methuselah lives next door and he has the ***** of Babylon that keeps him young and big and strong.
Not for me, I love the pain I like being the bain of my own life
and words more words there's always more come knocking on the bedroom door prying into eyes and spying out the land some other hand writes the lines that line the artery but I can see it,
just as I got over Casanova Judy punches me, I felt it the belt, it hit me like she meant it.
it's la di da as far as it can be or all tickety boo to you.
The meds are wearing off right now the portcullis lowers down the castle guards are keeping watch in this great Northern.. ..did I say they all wear gowns of heavy pink brocade?
they'll feed me lemonade laced with cyanide must keep my eyes opened wide to
write lines with veins where all are class five choo choo trains it's only being insane that keeps sane