fred

What is up my homies?

Did you stare at the sun today? Do you feel the pain?
Yeah, myself I fell out of the amniotic fluid.
I'm lying in a puddle... excuse me.
[goo-goo, ga-ga]

I'm waking up in rock. The smell of beer.
Let me breathe in and feel the asian rug against my face.
Cambodia has the most kick-ass 40oz you've ever seen.

Are you drunk on wine? Are you looking at the window?
The cars go by with a whoosh the sound of tires on asphalt.
The ocean is there, the anchor.
The moon over the ocean will dispel something, anything.
Let's not try to understand what it will dispel until it is necessary.
I like to lie on the sand and listen to the roar of life...

Breathe in the fresh air -- the cold crisp air.
The brain stem is fresh. Scraped clean, or new.
The beauty of youth is confusion and pain in the shiniest, newest package available.
"I've got nothing to do... I've got nothing to say... Everything falls apart."
Okay, well I guess I know all I need to know now...

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1:25am
Still trying to make sense of it, but not really.
Fall nights are rich with smell and past.

Another day.
The idea of freedom is tasty, and salty.
I'm chewing like crazy and my teeth are coming loose.
Is it always tobacco punched in the face, squid, danger legs?
Is it always scotch -- attached obnoxious, murky past catalog?

You get what you got coming. That much I know.