leaving my body to learn what it's like to ascend

I am in a dream, My body looks like a puzzle, My hands and my arms are bigger, Surreal style

my heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain ibm,

my body is a temple

I just stubbed my toe so hard my soul left my body

my girlfriend

my heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain i. b. m.,, photo,

my heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain ibm, physiology, anatomy, mechanical

leaving with her

learn english

and it goes like,

the light in my bright eyes when you're near the fluttering i feel in my chest when you are here

Too much time on my hands I got you on my mind

you know, the one right down in my snackaterium... in my shaggy da, in my messy cleft palate, and my most def. in the dirty old moose - hoof, in my fuzzy mimosa, in my busy furlough.

[Verse] Born into a pack There's no choice but take orders to attack Locked up in chains, I get fed But the hunger still remains Not content to live this way Being led by the blind Got to plan my dispersal Time to leave them all behind [Hook] Breaking out of my pain Nothing ventured, nothing gained I'm my own master now Bear the mark of my scars Shedding blood underneath the stars But I will survive somehow [Bridge] Ooh Ooh [Hook] Hear me howl Time to leave them all behind I'm my own master now

can you feel my heart?

my favorite letter of the alphabet

color video footage of my daughter reading a book.

you know, the one right down in my snackaterium... in my shaggy da, in my messy cleft palate, and my most def. in the dirty old moose - hoof, in my busy furlough.

arriving somewhere but not here all my designs simplified and all of my plans compromised all of my dreams sacrificed ever had the feeling you've been here before? drinking down the poison the way you were taught every thought from here on in your life begins and all you knew was wrong?

best day in my life

This is a surreal living situation. Staying in this guest bedroom, it feels like my one-room dorm has a back closet which is several times larger than my dorm itself. Hearing their everyday candor is an endless movie piped in through the walls--you can't not hear. morning routines, especially, it amazed me how little dialogue there is. This dirge. Moments not for the books, but for the ether, myself half asleep, wading in what would become the space between their memories.

me not being able to come with good prompts because i'm tired as hell, my head in my hand, forcing myself to come up with something creative,

my best video ever

i was riding in my hat and my jeep flew off my head