we were travellin' down a lazy river with peculiar hats on. it was more like a dream where we were sleepin' fish. no eyelids or nothin'. my mind was seated in front of me in our baby banana boat..& as we pushed forward though the water the smell of blood smothered the sunlight. i had to keep swattin' the flies as they sipped off my brain but they'd get stuck in the dozens of pools of glimmerin' blood. my brother was there & everytime he turned his head to watch the people standing along the river's edge, the straw of his hat brushed along my neck..sawin' softly.
mrzablowdowski:
i like peculiar hats. i have a few. not that peculiar.