Completely nuts she is crazy and she looks at me as if she never saw me before no place for me in her dewy asteroid it's the season of the witch she lies down under trees a sudden death or still living on? she lives around here but I never saw htat face before
she's stripped of pride she won't walk she can only roll she is been like that for five weeks every day I laugh my head off so I won't have to cry
she talks to rainbows in her own strange ways there's no life beside her she's an orange nowadays
always first in line in the modern world where good taste is bad and bad taste becomes good
I want to conquer it all
the danger trying to touch her better not say a word she has a mouth like a machine gun
she's not bathing anymore letting go of all her dirt is this the smell of the future?