in the antique store post christmas a bell and a bamboo fm cam 1989 carved into the side

maybe we can just

wow when this cloud gets lit up it’s so nice to sit on

in a wide wide field in a tried true position kneeled in air

I just think of this hall old hall ancient hall filled with jubilance

where we used to walk where I walked just today and the sages are green again and their scent is just time trapped in dust and they are both different each different the rain different the morning different but the same

a place we used to go together and together and forever whoa oh

copilot on here planet rocks and wind between here and radio nowhere from beginning to end friend

draw these lines

maybe I can just like cheeeeeerlead weirdly turn the block and everyone can heeeeearrrme