laughing color
I don’t understand quite, at least there’s no line
pretty satisfyingly vague as yo:
take it out on the clouds instead of blaming the blue world for the angst of a whatever
how like olives
remove the blood shot in my eyes
on the range the bluebirds singing: I have a talent in
they say it’s how to use the infection as a driving force
there in the nightclub
was the voice of a girl, eating popcorn, dancing to all screwed up
everyone forgets that it all gets grey and I think loves all about the color
the evil angel, in oh my buddha
I don’t understand the sweet bean phenomenon
that gorgeous song spread
that icarus flew
laughing, not even when the darkness came listening to mutual, laughing
