Head: Sage Francis (various pieces)
Condition: kinda moody, headache


optical malevilous flagellate
a clear born mist where i bask in your wood and aim for this
some call upon the mist and it resounds with malice too good to take prisoner for this is a warship
dogs lay on rooftops with intertwined lunch plates in their wake
for some to control and you and he with them shall drink to the coming of dawn
it is going to be okay you'll see and then you will scream
all aboard this pigeon thing but beware the scarce feather over the desert or you may wind up as it would
frogs and cars eating cats whose paws are too large and i want to go yonder for that one was once
under this streetlight a call for my sins bears down to my lead boots that i struggle to leap from
with all too meager attitude
and it will come to thy ears why does the world spin in this manner
when those children lie licking boots that would just to walk to this place be buried under the arch of refreshing
lies
so begin to recollect for a time to recommend to those sad fellows that we would grant a blessing with oil 
but condemn with this spark of lime tinted confession
the only way that one can travel down this frightful water park ride of darkness and claustrophobic aches
try to grab the walls to cut the flesh of your fingers because the plasma may light your way or just give way to
home
yesterday will come to kick tomorrow's ass because it dared to stay ahead
impertinent as always
but that will be now so relax and wait for that because you just missed it in your stint of attention focused
on the folly of any transgression
can not a wanted clown become the hero of such tales or is the story so strong that any slight or error would 
prove disastrous to a crooked mouth
so let it lay and lie about those events to your guardian angel because he was never really watching when 
he should have been
crash in through the door that no one may open
just as a joke though because no one may open it
and alabaster elephant bones will pave the way to the chord which might mark their doom
leave be the pretty things and take what else you can carry as long as you leave your sight behind
you would only waste it anyway take my word for it or you can check out this intermission of life
and if you remain unconvinced then you will be dealt with in a secretive manner in your own home that is now none
for any to be granted all is right in his heaven so it should be safe to go outside now turn around to check the 
state of your temporal seizure
granted this will break one's wallet to turn a blind eye and some grand single line pun awaits you when you most 
hope for it
like any could guess where the dime will fall in the coin flip to determine what will prevail and what must be done
for once this idiotic game of milkcaps has finished the winner will take all as his prize including their pride 
of course
and this cat will carry me on its back
flying through the sky
i clutch its sheer night cloak and witness our last dawn