Feels Like Cotton On Teeth

i love that these keys still speak to me i love that you still speak to me in dreams as to where and when did i lay my head on manure and kept doing it over and under leaving once and for all as a last resort to the familiar stink that i've grown to love it always flows new energy into my soul while i see that the world is fluegeeying down your throat and i can't see that love was part of that the big stamp in history is trampling love into some twisted creation that is as useless as a a personal tax return attached on the lapel of a corpse dog meat! corraled people feel either extremely agitated or flowing towards walmart thereby challenging the origin of their own thoughts or buying brand new plastic shelving for the dog house