Do you remember my doey brown eyes,
And all the silly thoughts and words that bubbled up around them?

Yeah well,

They're still tethered here to this old clunker
Just traipsed my way through several backyards
Guess I'm some kind of monster now,
Screaming
Middle fingers

Now
I guess it's time
For my brain
To fall asleep

I can't stop thinking about
Orion's belt
And how my youth tickled goddess mind
But never shook loose any fruit

I need to turn my mind to the colors that run deep around me
And a graceful stab will find the vein,
**** that blood up
Just like a mosquito

((Dusty Texas
Barrel age my soul
What the **** is going on
And why can't I calm down
I wanna work hard ******
I need ******* electrotherapy))