Lost love never found…
A pond of numbers and fluff…
A pond of numbers and fluff…
Pillow science…
…key punching…
…an exact science upon man…
Let the gum on the bottom of your shoes be a lesson…
…a lesson learned
Dream? Reality?
Why are you sleeping?
The doors will shut when they are too heavy…
Don’t be alarmed…
…it’s only a test.
Or is it?
It’s not a test.
It’s all real.
Very real and in your face and it’s not backing off…
It wants…
They want…
They’re knocking…
Knocking…
KNOCKING…
Knocking at your front door…
And yes…
They want you…
You’re at the top of their list…
Number One, Jack…
Number One…
Still with us?
Good.
You’ve done fine…
Now take a nice deep breath…
And tell the pigs in the pit how you feel…
and remind the lonely dogs in the street…
…that breakfast is served…
A nice big bowl of stars and stripes with warm milk
And a side of anarchy with the crusts cut off…
Slaughter the innocent…
and bathe in their blood
Sacrifice the virgin…
Upon the leafy mold that is Earth
Now follow the pink rabbit to the waterhole…
and wait for the bus.
Slay the pink rabbit
and leave it by the waterhole
Take the bus…
Get a window seat…
…and kick back
Thirsty? Soda?
Hungry? Candy?
In need? Indeed
Vegetarians with cannibalistic urges
A Sunday picnic gone astray
love hate love
hate love hate
Love thy neighbor…
…But don’t trust ‘em
Sugar. Salt. Repeat.
Sugar. Salt. Repeat.
Sugar. Salt. Repeat.
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Free?
Happiness in the distance
This coma’s nearing its end…
…and we’re waking up
…and we’re waking up
NOW!
...
And our adventures remain a snapshot in secrecy
Shh, don’t tell anyone
Promise?
We’ll see…
COMA’S END
Welcome to a paranoiac nightmare from the depths of man’s psyche while the grieving soul sleeps.
Please enjoy your stay.
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