more or
less how I
feel.
less how I
feel.
4.20.2007
Traffic Control
If you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix, then you can't relate. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Expletive. Expletive. Sleep. Expletive. It's 3 in the morning. I'm not trying to trick you, I'm trying to help you. Let freedom ring, they done tapped the telephone. Home, stoned, all alone.
wheel. The machine is forever built and rebuilt. The operator is our collective We're all simply waiting on a very large line, awaiting our chance to ride a very small ferris consciousness. There are many people who get to ride the ferris wheel for a
i don't know what the fuck is going on. it's so easy to do. backwards. no sound.
there are 76 trombones playing in my head.
wheel. The machine is forever built and rebuilt. The operator is our collective We're all simply waiting on a very large line, awaiting our chance to ride a very small ferris consciousness. There are many people who get to ride the ferris wheel for a
i don't know what the fuck is going on. it's so easy to do. backwards. no sound.
there are 76 trombones playing in my head.
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