Shiny Balloon, Shiny Balloon. Pretty Bird. Pretty Bird. Shiny Balloon. Don't be shy. Let's play. Reason insofar, but this language is yours. Exist upon the language lent as foundation. This home is all yours. Mental health by the hour anyone? Are you okay! We reflect upon our opposite, divide any which way, open arms never what they seem...The normal is okay!!...upon which this fine poor dear caught up in-between...blood. I see her blood. There's a gospel among that blood. Meat. Turn her into meat. Trivial, Trivial, Baker's Man...did she remember ('kay, ky on a high)? (Wileys veggie seasoning...candy apple packets...shhhh)....Receptors of what. Be a body. Pretty bird. Sweet, sweet, wheat, pretty bird. Don't worry, be happy. It's so easy with us. Are we in Kansas? Oh that Emerald City...He really must be a wonderful wizard. Get yours tonight. Just considerations... Always that possiblity of narrative as art. Nothing to, you know, find a basis, among the langague lent of course... Ponderings... Let's be happy! I mean when it's so easy, it's TOTALLY.......going to work out, no? Just go along...nothing wrong at all with that! It's such a good world for our fine little earth angels, isn't it!
Blood, Balloons, Christ, Oh My? This Angelic Mirror is Yours! (How it works, fuck it, just sit on the pew...canned tuna...blood money floating the laundering machine and all for a fee, praise be the saints with money, where does it come from...wolves in sheep's... dressing sheep in wolves' clothing...shhh)
