Get up to get down now. I don't want to do it anymore, couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it. The moments were subtle but unstolen, and guess who owns them? No friendly non-threatening corporate lackey mucks in the totem. Lucy was in the sky with diamonds, five dollars to hold 'em. The summer Vanik beat Pac-man with acid behind his molars. Little white tab tolerant. Little white flag waggling. Inorganic pat on back. Trim the panic flat on backer. Back to back with mad hatter magic rabid mastiff collaborative splatter bachelor fabric fatter with cabbage patch lit. Dark days. Ben and Louie Louie, park blaze. Chemically bent up but eager to crash for that 1-2-3 repeater. Good morning, Vietnam. Whose couch is this? Whose house is this? Who are you down with, bitch? Sorry, dog, I dreamt the foulest shit. There was this rabbit's foot talisman drowning out my arm span. What's fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs. What's fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands, but I'm up now. Let's get this window pain and shut the fuck down. Down by the river where the litter sits and lion heart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social malajustees. Sacred numb and boundless went the saint protocol company. Well I was dummy to some when the tongue was cradled and my skin looked crazy. Pocketbook mirror courtesy Amy. There's spiders in the mattress. Paisley sunglasses, dilated eyes green. Ice grill that could burn through your picture in picture widescreen. Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face. 12-hour solid gold entertainment, utter shit to self from mothership to stealth ADD patient. Space invader. This is one's for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers. Only the illest beats leak absurdly out the boom box. The day-tripper anthem goes wake, drop, walk to aquarium. Whistle while you work like a canary lung. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy that carries drugs. I sort of see it as my last blast summer. Skateboards and psychedelics in big numbers. Good times, good people. All airbrushed on a collapsible easel. Peace man, easy.
And I knew the permanency would drift. And I knew the Ph balance wasn't right. And I knew the crash and burn had to caress it. Flash the message. And I knew the gash wasn't going to stop bleeding. And I knew the Ph balance wasn't right. And I knew how September would then affect it.
Lazy summer days. Like some decrepit land shark dumb luck squad dogs lurk sicker diluted. Last sturdy domino lean secluded. Don't let stupid delusions lessen super duty labor students dragnet lifer solutions. Daddy loved sloppy dimension like son/daughter link. Such determinated leopards. Successfully disheveled. Little soldiers developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking lemmings. Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses. Some do. Let sleeping dogs lie still. Don't look so damn lackluster. Suck defeat. Lump sum damage? Load, sample, delete. Late show Dave Letterman shitty diner lip slide, dutch. Low self-discipline leaders see dead lung self-destruct. Life sucks dickhead. Lost summers display laminates showcasing divinity live, system definitive. Liturgy soaked, depict lowly spectacular delight. Why, what do you like? Your lizard king has spoken, all hail. You in the back get 'em up. Those trails aren't necessarily bunk. Summertime. Some'll try to recapture the same past but I play it smart and recognized the summertime past.
