road trip to nowhere,
where are we going?
the smell of the refer keeps me from knowing,
weve been driving since friday morning.

a cronic confusion,
to make up for time i was losing,
the streets are painted white,
to show off the night.

i'm a mountain and so are you,
we sit and wait with nothing to do,
old blankets on my lap,
run, run, run, race the rat.

pretty good. I like it.

i like that pic

its F**KING ree dick que less