trees fall with branches butterflies on sounds of guitars sweeping each wild rickity hickory flickering eyelids from some sunshine sometimes you just need new bulbs or blow holes if your drowning swallowing your surroundings, hollow me pulp soup sandy sea salt ocean crashing over land wave tangarine brand bottoming breath to behave like a lake.. somebody shake me outta my yellow submarine purple circular deep dive machine.. i used to dream, now i just climb these ropes and vines plucking strings atached to my insides, so weather or not the sound is heard fuck the forest cant i just be a bird?
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you'll have to say hello to zack for me- and givehim this message from cleo and mogwai-"the robin eats the worm at midnight-roger" or something, idon't know what the hell that's supposed to mean i kept bugging them to tell me but they were all it's-a-cat-thing and what not -cats can be so elitist.maybe zack'll tell you?