sanity is just fruit, and i ate it all, nothing’s left.
i’ll wait till tomorrow and go out yesterday.
in the christmas at 11 the hospital sings 12, baptize yourself and sing along, it’s your castle, too.
wind storm rain storm goin insane storm; i sat in the temple to defend heaven’s decrees.
i let the universe talk to me over spilt milk - (milk-o-mancy)
so marry the darkness and chase the light, into the next town of nothingness - the alchemical alternative to reason.
wonderdonkey