Lazy carrots - full throttle
19 02 1993
Blind hearts, wide eyes
dead weighted staircase.
Bull fright, hidden cans.
Fucker plays a saxophone
Wet floor, M.I.A.,
exercising heat resistance.
Moisty windows, silent hall
smoked up vacuum hole.
Friendly foe, says hello-
dearest soul, aches to go.
Bullshit words, act upon us,
Bright skies fright,
shining nausea.
Silent treasure
stank the forrest
hung amongst trees
helpless sorrow
saw a thin man
by the bridge
hiding his unbalanced body
hiding he is about to jump
drove my car and passed him by
Silent treasure
drunken cove
sleepers reflex
sleepers hug
Play pretend
you hate to see me
play pretend
we were no fun