Inside This Mind Iii (More Ochsa Insanity)

Night is the anesthetic, leaking from the eyes of the moon's offspring blinding the onlookers of midnight who with sweaty hands cling to the hot metal sun with the smell of burnt flesh accompanied by cracking whips opening wounds of salty red mess so that Zeus in heaven above chased the away with lightening. Although it might be Bob and who was he fighting? Was it plucking clouds from skylights, knocking up the gods so we could have abortion "Yes, let's continue our talk about sex." The rich chocolate slave begs of her portion, so i guess yes, it's Bob mourning for her living and that she plucked the clouds away So Mae-Mae took the anesthetic knowing it was wrong, she drank it anyway. For tonight she knew him coming.