I'll tell you a thousand times
You can't report social crimes
We'll all fall into mountains made of us
We'll swim twenty leagues
Then drink cosmic dust
Son: I… I don’t know where that came from.
Dad: Why do you have it?
Son: It was for a homework assignment.
Dad: I know that’s a lie, you don’t have civics until next semester.
In the land in the land in the land of the blind. The one eyed man is king. is king. is king.
To whom it may concern. Call up the mastodons. Try them for treason. Carry me inside of you please and thanks for maximum courtesy in the shortest possible manner. Doors have locks, whales have eyes, fishermen have fishermen's tales. There's politics I can smell them outside of the building, delusions of grandieur and oh my is that disproportionately rationed cynism and the caring reactionaries; the peer must be crowded don't call don't check me for spiders because that's what everyone claims now isn't it? Aint it the truth! Pottery barn, Mr. Rogers, and assorted unorginized white shards of what I've been told is delicious. D flat. Run home, don't worry about it, the wall is still there.