Who mistook these baths for showers?
Who fucked up that leaning tower?
me and my bicycle have the grandest of times.
max fischer, leonard, the dude, donnie, walter, adam and kimya .
you can't get lost
if you've got nowhere to go
you can't make a wrong turn
if you're not on your way home
and we realized
just how free we really were.
if you can see it,
you aren't living it.
"Then, brothers it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets threewise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. Then the flute and oboe bored like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers."