Meth Capitol of the World

There was bread in the truck and crimson and clover, 30 fingers nailed, who talks about $? there are worn out tapes and screwed on peace signs that hang on really lonely if everyone is screaming to put trust in their tanks to get on with some dreaming. See five hearts beated where 3 minds were seated....Are my Dr. Seuss thought patterns too long to keep when my head was the sponge if the metaphores sucked then all that I wanted was to not give a fuck...things can make too much sense if you're looking too hard because the thoughts that just count were the names on the postcards from far away places that I've never been....If I finally get there am I the head on the pen? OR the hair on the dog or a face in the crowd see so I aim to please was I walking too loud? Two step out of place or getting lost again found the ink to link the letters forming cymbols from my ink pen. Until now my minds ears stuck in how...here is now....With my jibberish to mummble and some energy to jumble seek the tiniest of tiny things...appologized outside mine lies so looking inside cries and sings...honk a horn! Flip a bird! cuts in half like a beam...you see that? Monkies always.....Look when the cats asleep. My shoes were untied to trip on things. I like the stupid lingo that Ringo sings. There are plastic suits in outerspace. And Rusty bed springs can cut your face. There is a Spamish Payaso. The dishwasher at work begs me and asks while stacking plates is a tedious task. Now there's diposable cameras and landfills of bills if you run off the road with your car at the wheel with alot on your mind then your coffee could spill. Get back Jack......Come on Jill...you've gotta look and feel to see what is real

meth capitol of the world