Dobbie

Being high: on information, a good dream, or even a phase of one, wishing upon a star to save your soul, seeing both the best and worst of things, and enabling others to allow you to work with them, forecasting the resignation of doubt for the next... you are involved! ...of acquisition into the moment, all famous men and women arrive, they take from you just about nothing more than you cannot see an immediate resolution of the barrier, Mary's lamb, Lindon's Lawn Jordan's cloak I know, I know, I know, insert the record and... record? Nope, it's all skip- strobe, even dope, hold onto the dam thing like it's rope! It's even as far fetched as consuming the entire bad guys ritualized despise, no longer seeing anything, and sinking of your own craft to vote, VOTE! As arrogantly easy as saying 'I like food, let me have it!' Now you can't- can't even own your hands, have to have to despise something! 14 minutes ago you could have sworn to have understood! Your own fire place full of wood! burning into time, eluding the variation of something only good. If it had to have always been this much fight we went wrong some place before we even played with the sample- eradication of mantle! Controlled choreographs and a chest-full of pre-ambles, stoic frolicking inside the greatest mechanism known to our kind, made just for mind- just for the size.