Patterns of behaivor---
Often an increase---
The bigger pieces become slow---
In this Candyland.
Decide for me---
my incredible salts.
Fuck you and your prophesy!
I dont exercise in the mornings
but I'm back on my feet.
In any catious case, where
they
medicate our eyes to death. A death
I CAN SEE!
Then sit with me for a length of time
Under the umbrella where they sell my song---
Soft on the earth.
Slowly, Protection
is medicating our few small chemical rats/rattling.
Make it me up to me!
I dont deserve anything good---
But I hope I get something that aint too bad---
Please be careful, when you
make it up to me, and, let me exercise
in the mornings.