Ciao Mondo,
today i woke up and i had forgotten how to speak English
I walked around
scratched some things
looked at the fridge
nicked my fine booty
skulls and bleached bone bags
and left it in the bacterium
So, the inspiration was left behind without any perspiration
try eating your pizza without learning something
defiles my gainsaying
wander down a street
wonder what on earth is going on
who are all these people?
what are those beer shaped sweeties in my dreams?
will the young man find out?
what is going on here?
Back to the land of noddy
pictures and colours
turn into spelling mistakes
a beautiful bright day
in somebody elses garden
small parcels of drugs
furtive looks
what does this mean?
normal service may yet resume
a free to a good home story
move your wig
sitting around the fire
3 dimensional wafting in the wind
valid excuses are no longer blocking up the hallway
gonna go wait for the man
not enough dollars in my sweaty hand
at what point does the waking world meet the other?
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