LaLa

Fumigated return. How could you just leave me? And then haunt me in return? You want to raise the living this time? Make a rhyme. Kill more time. Because the dead are bored as fuck!!! Believe me we all dead to the dead...How are you living outside your head? Goose, goose, Duck! Brain and heart casually become one. Colliding under the same sun. Number one. Allowance for null nihilist icky. Hunting me always for the nightshade quickie. I'm holding on tight and you'll only see the sticky in me let go. Tell me to go. I hear you.

Deep. Deep down. You turned it around and kept me on lit. Let's create the hit. You been searching for it in me. It is me let's make a sea, of dreams come true. Like doowadoo.