Tiss a finer day than yee shall know fine lassie's and ladels of the finest of threads
that she sewn into the nebulus and meteorite that was lost in a vacuum
bag it up and send it to my home young gentle man
that has fallin from a higher than thought of realm of passion and desire, How can thoust be so true and fair
Lady,if you got the passion for fair, Me I ain't got a soul
, I cry be neigh to help me in my reaches beyound the past of desire thou hast been a league of my desire for a fourth night
of the living dead, cool flick
a cigarrette out of the window! how do you live with yourself
free your self, then you can be yourself
yes that's who you were before you took the ride to the land of the mushrooms
Onions and garlic. Then add the meat
barely cold when it was swallowed whole by a giant snake
pit in the jello.


That was written by me and my otherselves...Peace lovelies, Rustic