I have had a vision
God touched me.
It felt good.
Familiar.
I'm drinking beer with God.
It's a good time.
God's got a bottle opener.
He opened His beer Himself.
It's a god meeting.
It's a garden party.
There is trance music.
It is shambhalala aha haha.
I’m meeting God
in a sunny room
with white walls
and force of life.
I’m going
to go into medicine.
I’m going
to become a doctor, fuck yeah, God
damn, goddayum ummum mum.
Forget 2012
it's all about 008.
If it’s not sigma, then it’s not.
And I mean that.
Thus, it follows.
Let’s go
fly a kite, up where the air is clear.
It sounds better with the chorus, soaring
soaring soaring, up
where the air is clear, O
by the power of my concave chest
I dedicate myself to windfarms.
and i will always be the little crack in the basement
Ф