i sold my heart; i kept my soul/i opened up; i'm still not full/i'm still a ****; you're still a jet/i'm full of love; yr full of shit/or so it goes; or so it stays/i stole the sun; all the starz raze/i took apart yr tv--i made it look easy...hey, hey/i couldn't make you love me; tryna take it easy/i took apart yr tv, yeah; & then u took apart me. & if u love the ****, you can call it big daddy; if you love the moon, y don't u love me? y don't y don't? i'm the only black **** with black I's--the black **** in the black sky. yr glowin now baby; cuz i'm yr blacklight.

We’re so wishy washy On and offy on and offy On and off on and onny On and onny on and onny On and off she/I’m So nauseous I'm so gnoshus ha j ma Were-sow nosches Wishy washy toe I’m so lost I’m Kob(r)ayashi eating hot dogs Goin’ for gnoshies, nachos with cheese, nachos with cheese Wishy wishy Wishy washy Moving towards total annialation, turnin' the station Twistin’ the knobs; radiation Radio waves; radio nation We’re so wishy, we’re so washy We’re so on, and we’re so offy Absolution headed for saintly r e solution well I got lost and now I’m God-cheese She’s counting stars She’s off her rocker next to Mars Upon a locker filled with things I couldn’t write I couldn’t tell you; couldn’t fight it Where is she? When the stars spin around? When you’re born in the day$ And you’re marked by the pound? You’re spun around and around, and the days go fast, & times don’t last M o v in towards to t a l ann i hilation We’re so wi shy wa shy (ad infinitum) 2:23 I’m so wa shy (it’s complicated) Wis hy wa shy, wi shy wa shy bloody fingers, awful monsters, On and off she wish She wash, she wish, she on, she offy We’re so wishy washy —on and offy On and on we’re lost; she’s standing Upon a locker on a star --she’s counting stars she’s off her rocker She’s on the planet Mars eating Mars Bars Stalking cannibals in cars counting sheep Counting bars that she hopped to —busy flies Bizzy bizzy bees, dragonfly’s lazy days Summer Places & The Summer Faces Stowaways I Love the Trees, the Gentle Breeze, the Gentle People, Gentle Places Lots of things to do & people to meet I’m the kinda guy who stays on my feet; I don’t get lost; I don’t wander out I keep it straight I shout it out: “I don’t pay attention to the distance Or dissonance and distances and fishing dens and missions and wishies She’s off her rocker next to Mars Upon a locker filled with things I couldn’t write the wrongs she’d bring If I held her in Spring, by Fall we’d be as distant as the stars I’m lost; I’m lost: I’m searching evil locker I’m l os t o n s e a m a zes." movin' toward total anti-elation we'll change the world juh muh pel ein claus mit s.o.s. pitt a peaceful station peaceful waves peaceful faces peaceful waves in peaceful faces in peaceful places, peaceful ways.