Methamphetamines, pink flaming call, The faith his queen, the oister cloth. Further the dream, why don’t we go To calm me out? *no such person* Windy autumn, the gal had sung, The record spins, put fifty song The render look so chemin, Neon palm sweat. Words have a name where do we go, The Jersey Shore it’s long ago As we fly hopes and ocean grows And so I be with you, Farewell.