hangin' about in the sun with prozac annie and the schizo alcoholics, the sharp edged shadows and these mad electronics. the barbeque's burning with the moon-ray sensations, i'm lying on my back and watching cloud formations, trying to see the beauty minus the black inside. paradise lost and paradise found, i'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground. storms rage across, metallic skies reflecting in the multi faceted eyes of lazy buzzing flies. it's the original tales of the unexpected, you thought i couldn't do it, now stand corrected 'cos i'm connected to every nerve ending cerebral cortex messages i'm sending ♪
On April 16 2008
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