I'm sitting on an emply chair that says I'm decietful Intentions blurred but honest when seen from every angle My landscape's rich with silence, and painful walking through it, I'm locked inside a bathroom with pictures of friends and questions. Explore my world if you wish but you'll soon meet danger, And once you step inside you'll see you're stuck with Satan. Should have warned my other friends, from my doorstep two worlds blend With visions of a midget zoo whose coffee eyes will burn through you. So slothful, I think I could stare at the wall for hours The pictures, memories that I have learned to loathe Why then do I regard my home as certain refuge And at the same time hate this island and it's weather? Just stick a dank blueberry into my piece and roast it, I long for supreme bakeage, only now and then though. Who says bud is disease? Stones my heart, I buzz like bees, A thousand brain cells not that much, out of billions, out of touch With you.Birth sign: Taurus
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