sparkling elephants

i'm running backwards to catch up with myself.
i am an endless jellybean whistle whoostle whee
it explains everything that is every-so colorfully black and white
i passed out but the turtle didn't seem to mind. i'll put it in a pickle jar and see what happens to time
when those things are not here
then the arrows are still beees of chickpeas holding a magenta fury but don't hurry
the zombies are always going to be pass you
it's all what's in front of you
in front of you
in front of you
it's all what's is front of you
that's all behind me
kissy kissy
i can't connect
the wires don't seem to match up with eachother
i'm getting tired of being tired
let's pack everything into our pockets and wander the woods like lost little children
you are a lost little child
who doesn't know the meaning of your own smile
your own frown
your own thoughts
why you're down
down down down
everyone fall down
it's a beautiful place where you don't have to open your eyes to see
except for me
maybe just maybe
there isn't enough air to go around
the dinosaurs were never found
just a little kid digging for something that's all in his head
we're all an unwanted gift to the world
where there are no exchanges
makes me disenganged in this land of trade
thought for food
food for thought
thought for thought
shit
i forgot
change my reflection
by simple selection
choose which one
which one of those ladies
ladies in the window
i should become
change the world
but change me first
yellow red blue orange green!
it's all in your head
shadows of your thoughts breathe through vision
thoughts burn
igniting through the cold humid sea of skin
sparks of their reflection ricochet off the black oily streets of a jealous night's sky
back into your thoughts
let's dream together
while we die
open our hearts
only to hear them cry
obscenities salt the open gash
consciousness is a contageous rash
i'll fight for a thought
i'll kill for a feeling
i'll murder for a desire
i'd kill myself but there's nothing left to kill
home is closed for the season
go back to where you thought you began
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