i like to sing lalalalalala hopping through meadows lalalalala me and my lift off ready propeller hat, suspended denim, wheat grazed overalls and that lollipop ...oh that lollipop that beacons ....how the **** this kid get a lollipop as big as his head.....oh **** he got a lollipop as big as soviet russia.....you think he'd be lifting barbells to carry a lollipop that big...yoooo arnold..... mr universe step aside we got mr ***** ****** cavity to be over here...
ahhh such a warm vignette of a sight captured on my negative stained film reel.
those ******* golden, luminous, norma jean hue
all altered piece by piece composition due to video editing after effects
the raw footage...oh the unfiltered, unsteady, dim lit, yet sharp as a boyonette ready to taste invasive fibers raw footage
me watching the world pass by as i drive my car off that unmarked, unused bridge exit, just knowing my car isn't going to assemble into a submarine...
did i mention there was light jazz playing to compliment the cool gravity propelled breeze....if only my propeller hat was worn...but it was a fedora kind of day :/
i think kids are cool cause they're so ******* happy ..imagine myself as that kid cliche ..happy cliche
I was practicing a filling technique (I'm a dentist so it's okay) And it got me thinking about you A T R A U M A T I C It certainly doesn't hurt now, does it? R E S T O R A T I V E I definitely packed all the material in, didn't I? T R E A T M E N T Oops... I can still see the caries. And I think I filled it with trash.
I'm not a good dentist anyway.
Maybe I should fill the void by writing?
In case someone I know stumbles here.. this isn't about me. And stop snooping
Pre City noise drowned by my ears. Rays of sunlight passed through leaves. As cool breeze blew my hair, I realize, I really wasn't there.
Peri Inoculation started with titanium tips; I looked elsewhere and thought real deep. Anesthesia sunk down in my cheeks. My face feel numb with swollen lips.
I think my mind wandered far enough, Little me saying "Hey, I'm tough." But my tongue tasted blood and rust. But hey, I still do give my trust.
Post* Continuously, he said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." While bringing it back, after taking the ivory. The familiar scent of isopropyl filled the air. He gave me a specimen of the ivory that I once took care.
My mind wandered off in the middle of my surgery. ouch