a dirty little road,
with picnic wrappers in the gutter
and I dawdle
but its dusty and gravelly and it turns and
veers over hills and disappears
I’d make more progress on a bicycle
but walking is my style
hold on there is someone else
hallo
hallo
and?
what
do you have something to say? I ask full of hope
yes
you may begin
blood flows blood flows blood flows blood flows
no time for a jedi teddy
can I borrow your mush eddie (machete)?
in this wonderful world
hold on
in this beautiful world
hold on
hold on
hold on
hold on
hold on
hold on hold on with a grip so tight
it dams my blood makes my head feel light
blood flow blood flow
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