homocide recollections down on the river's bank
it was the last time we went on vacation it was the last time we went on vacation, the soft goodbyes and the pains we shared seperately, we put some shit in paper sacks and we said so long, and i put the van in neutral and got it rolling down the hill into the ravine, its rusted body breaking on the rocks below. It's be along time til they found us again, and maybe this time we'd be ready. To defend ourselves.
Maybe I've Lost My Way This Time Again
It hurts when I think about it. Ain't it funny how your memories fade from your mind sense by sense, first you can't remember how your skin felt, and then you can't hear what they said to you, and then their image burned into your mind just gets fuzzy and blurry and they don't look like you really remembered. It all goes away in time. It always seems like your smell memory is always the last to fade. No matter what happened, you can smell that smell twenty years later and suddenly you're reminded of something you just can't recall, but you know definitely made an impression on you sometime before. Well, it hurts real bad right now. I can't shake off that smell.
Losing Another Round
Let me be the first to tell you that you're COMPLETELY lost. you wanna walk down a few more strange tunnels? I bet you do. Get on your belly and start crawling! I command you!
Or else lookit this picture of the Acid King, mister Ricky Kasso, parton saint of the satanically stoned, or the terminally bored, whichever applies in the particular situation.
go here if you wanna keep playing the hypnokrishna game show
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