why should i believe me i’ll write about anything that my mine stumbles upon the sounds the smells Mount Pisquah’s outline why haven’t i seen you in 4 years in 3 years and a half do i believe that is lasts forever words and moments they are in my hearts and in my pocket with my cared they are tearing a hole so big i fear they might fall out some are broken some are random some are ransom some are weak some get handled some go crazy and some will kick your ass cuz your a freak grab your shovel lets make use out of this pile of dirt recall if you can we covered up this whole industrial town to the tallest building with much haste i’d like to see the view it’s not far to hit me just because i flinched i can read your thought but i’d give you all i’ve got if you would talk to me i’d put your words in a bag and breath deep some are frozen some are locusts some make silk and some get crowned some are hatching some are boxsprings sum of 2 plus 1 is 3