every now and again I look up to see all the faces I do not know.
composed of killing stars.
and I will carry the yell down with me
for the slow slow ride home.
rolling. (trippin stop signs and
wild mushroom tops)
I came to this place to be myself
but I was harder to find
then I thought I would be.
and lot has happened and I don't really
know who it is I'm looking for anymore.
how do you feel about the __cause?
have you felt anything since the ___internet?
do you still know how to ___learn?
can you tell the difference between ___it,
sex__ and ___.