Fucking flying. Stange in orange.. .
blue blue stars up there.. . .
Just have a good fucking time I say, remember
it’s all about good taste!
up up and away.- a morbid alien I am .
I’d light up now, but it’s broken. a sweet disgraze..
feeling more of everything..
under a bridge bright flames thrills the dark, wowh, it wasn’t broken. .haah. .
I carry my burden further away by mind and I can not longer tell you it’s direction. .
Rape and death is a leaf.. . that’s blown away to ash and..the dying flame it’s on it’s roll of making everyone believe in it’s lightning.. . jea.
Hearts made of ash can hopefully kiss those lips of soft desire, I’d do anything to make your head shape normal again beautiful. you are. I am, . . away touching a bleakend sky, and while smooth skinny fingers bend me over. . and amhh loathing melodies in my head while lying here, dying where dogs’re runnin’ around and, telling words of nonunderstandig sentences.. nothing. and why is there nothing, to help me out? . this, these stars’re burning out now, blackening before my eyes. Mirror of heart and soul that cries too many tears . .soon there is noone to blame for worlds rage and weeping ways to kill and tourture around.. . . . in the wild wild forest I’d like to live in.. well well.. ways. to tell my world that; psychic vison and a dream to fly. It’s far more important then any made up obligations. !!serious.