Waiting, waiting by my 1987 Bell, call me here MINE EYES are blurry and poker tells like FA REAL FA REAL what the deal? Bet!
So simply dreams are made to be ultimate respondents of ‘sed’ lemme ‘gawk’ like a hawk wonder with whole gladness of heart of when how oh wait I kinda did make it start.
well it really was my fault to take a pen and paper while gold buzzy bees danced in my head like a Garcia funk vision the words appeared then escaping was baking juicy rhymes shake plenty what is the fitty prose under those you knows, i had to impose.
now my phone was tied up if you tried to dial already but try and send a signal unmixxx`d like my table. im able to stand an answer of creep, however my science like a meep quiet guitar gently weeps your name. No joke, get in with that, any concert so far can say where my minds bent.
now this last hurrah of torture explore i pray to unfurl and the divide is separately purposed. every week is i look forward and pray for more power in moments of passion take it further run fast into each other.
our time in progress now i own clean you know me, its not like i can just pluck you off the time tree, plotting and scheming to the last little bit but my pocket streets only pull from my mind`s City of Lint.