, . , . i’m no longer scared of heights , but today i’m terrified of what to write , typically i have the drive ,
, . but today , . , i , wanna hide , underneath a sewer , grate , catch a new disease and float , to the
riverside , . , . , rather be a bride , than a groom , you assume , i like wearing boots , for the rugged
look , all these magazines allude , to , but the truth’s , radically different i’m not a flute , not a colt ,
22 , dodging bucket hats , blocking bulletproof , vests , with my grass- , -roots , . , i run into trouble
when i start expecting ba- , -boons , from a spirit more , bonobo , won’t initiate the first , blow , but i’ll
take it and i’ll brood , over how to best , help , you , . , . , if you think the roof , over your , head’s ,
nothing less , than a zoo , . , i got news , . , limitations get initiated in the living room
