Drift past lives caught in reverse dog years the subtle fears of acidic tears falling forever in golden shards of glass reflecting a million eyes in a single breath of desert air dry mouth memorandom in regards to the moons unselfish desire to maintain its independence in light of the suns repeated stealing of the spotlight a shining blight of a sight not seen since dinosaurs roamed the studio backlots and the musical chair heirarchy of who is truly real and not sorta real and not kinda sorta real but totlly and absolutely for real in the sense that we are a dream of a dream trapped in a million eyes reflected in golden shards of glass falling infinitely down the chasm of memory...
"Brain Leakage" -- by: J.
"Brain Leakage" -- by: J.