lets' go rumble,
inside a bag oh' leaves,
you're like a brand of the latest intoxication,
a shiver with a toaster horizon,
an invention of glossy bits, sparkle jitters, and bottled notes,
i have no remains,
but innner peace,
sweeping up with city lights,
rolling about sidewalk trash,
rooms blanketed in oragnatang mirrors,
crunchy blue carpeting,
lets ride a slick pony,
i wanna strive doe just simply being cope,
like an x-ray's worth a 1,000 words,
i wore last night's newspaper,
all about the ceramic, enclosing town,
suns don't carry mustaches,
drops only taste of peppermint skies,
and the dish ran away with the spoon.
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