west coast, a barbados of sorts
a beirut, a palestine.....
not so much, but really, a lot like that.
how the plantation grows is not up, but out and in
WE BE WILD AND FREE
WE BE WILD AND FREE
WE BE ON TIME LIKE JUNKIES
yeah, like clock bosses
like it isn't like that
it IS time junkie, no metaphor
e.t. is alive and short as all hell with a life time of vietnams, so fucking rock and roll you mother fucker
rock and roll
my penis is exactly what i need right now, that 8 year old security blanket
fiddle with my weiner and i am a child again, secure and berated
starchild tastes like chicken
we are pyromaniac masochists and i am in love with my fire.
Oakland, why the fuck are you still standing? Ain't nobody got no rage?
time to go to work, i guess.
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