How fast are you moving, within the gas land my friend. Now the TV xenon realm and surfactant X-blending in again, are you thinking fast and slow?
Can you handle the sound of the Psaltoda plaga, with the wingspan of an emu egg 10cm x 15cm, I say wingspan of this blue egg because it clings to feathers, not exactly a down jacket not exactly comforting. And I had a child in the sky in this cartoon land with a shitty drawing a cicada missing from this land.
Are you on the hardcore uppers then full downers, tranquilizers to cope? Because the frequencies and gas regimes you expand by running into houses you are never invited into makes me such a clown.
Sad clown, not a top dog now exactly more a Paddington bear in an old david jones jacket, kicking my can around.
Because I like you, I do, but you have to slow down my friend, settle away from those kids on the boo.
That Han ain’t no rider on a horse, cutting heads down.
Just a duck quaking mad at the phosphorus to phosphate line.
& I see time man yet again, and everyone needs their hand held and clean to be reminded of now and again.
Not by a screen or a sream.
Mmmk.
Time to watch The Mask 1994, forget about poison ivy, eat my steak for breakfast with some garlic, homemade relish no hashbrown.