once the twigs grow tall and the silver shining drops to the grassy...weeeeeeeedy terain, the deer come pick at the leaves thinking it was green. deer are color blind.
and Beethoven, that one tune you repeat over an over through all your compositions, where did it come from...what attachment is this..with the repeating tune? and with the lady singing flat. the cats scrowling here and there..cats. cats all of them. cats on the prowel (spelled wrong, ofcousre)
envy for place of hatred. for price of hatred
all bark and no bite.
the bees: they're mating with my garden and they lick the palette on the wall.. stupid bee: it's poison..POISON.
and the injection goes smoothly..piercings.
and through the mountainous sights of heavens..and glimpse after glimpse of the bay in fog..
i sink closer into the cement..and walk close to walls..barely seen..
don't mind.
don't read this..and listen to me this time when i say don't mind me anymore.