136 strawberry felt

prairie goth

you and me together in the physical realm I am back in San Jose now I am my antidote we broke the sarcophagus each storm she has at her fingertips more of my hair under water I painted the sun a pelican party place the sky on the wall I'll never scientific benjamins random detail random fact detergent failures walking conversion generations stand up and the wind blows strawberries felt like an amp on my gender I'm growing a road she did the paperwork for my street a hand on the earth your very own magazine you're lost in all the spiders we don't know the details of each other's lives hug the wooden piano obscure feedback poisons the pendulum stereo driving stops the lakes it just doesn't make sense wake me up wrap up the baby stay up all night in the super computer warehouse witchcraft placeholder I treat you to the polychrome fog product loop printed kitchenette ephemeral plankton I'm driving around your temporal lobe hear them puke fantastic now I paste the night