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Starin'


Bebop life stabbing at the mind and a black-eyed rod dancing on your sensibilities... run run run see that force of nature a-coming take that sip of invigoration (your haikus or sex or math or booze) and sit with me on that Horizon where the pale blue of water meet that pale blue of sky indistinguishably. Unfortunately, that mental harmony steals away and your sense of loss is realized and your brain waves return to asymmetry. Luckily now I've blessed you with my thoughts maybe someday you'll do the same and close that ego, close that lid. real world life jazz don't resolve infinity growth comin' What I'm trying to say is: Equilateral minds don't exist in nature, they don't come when pigs fly they don't come in a technicolor lunarcy, no, you'd be better off alone, hacking gently at your feet, my girl.
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