well, a bit sidewinder a bit of anything,
fast pace on daddylong legs on the guitar,
pitch perfect translation
instruments on the legs...
played the harmonica with my heel
and played the panflute with my toes...
foxes running, shadows running,
english suburbia... the perfected example.
hypochondria costs the n.h.s. more
than alcoholism...
don't mind me, i can defrost cheese
and make a **** good curry with original ingredients.
that "self harm" on my right hand
is actually from fighting with my cat...
so i told myself... listen to the whole album
while skiing with a six pack and get the gem out,
the link's there, it's called: jackie mittoo's drum song.
there was something else i might have
neared to in the necessity of mention...
but then... there isn't...
there's cold whiskey... the cold orb surrounding
the moon in custard cloud blotches...
and me thinks... had the sun
been closer to the earth requiring the distance
of the moon to the earth as translated...
it'd be as big as the orb of light exfoliated by the moon...
otherwise the designated synchronicity
before sunset... or sunrise.
well the loon transgressed the laws of noon
by dancing to the sight of solitary streets,
and said against nietzsche the ******* without the cheese
that there are to maxims worth forgetting
if not worth implementing other than:
modesty extinguishes vanity -
apathy breeds no known pathology -
surely enough i'm not looking for god
like nietzsche's madman looking for god
with a candlelight in broad daylight in the marketplace...
no... i'm looking for diogenes... who's looking
for an honest man!