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The smell of the blue sky, the sound of a hole to think and make sense is not my role Watch as a couch contemplates death listen as a squid tries to make breath I don't know why I know not why enter the sandman.. pie in the eye live my birthday, die my cast touch all the lemmings as they hurry past. sense isn't made, it's merely brought in from the island of lezbos where no one can sin money is flat and so are cards now you deserve a kick in the nards I may be loopy, I may be old only thing sane in my life is "moulds" first name is kelly and she's all mine ya gotta love her all of the time.