Still searching for intellectual intercourse, but I’ve forgotten how to fly. That’s not going to stop me because I’ve got a brand-new Dodge and I’m going to drive it. I’m going to drive that brand new Dodge right up to your porch. Still, new or old, the rules are the same. Not a living soul in sight. So, who you gonna drive home tonight?
Wisdom teaches not to go looking for treasure in restricted territories. I’ve got some good traits, but wisdom can’t be found hanging out with them. So, I’ll keep digging for gold in all the wrong places. Never mind the noise. Seeds of love or seeds of lust fail to take root in barren small talk landscapes. Reflecting on the futility of it all I think Mick said it best.
It’s no secret this hunt of a natural remedy for a chemical romance comes with a host of service issues. No one knows what it’s like to get a live person on the line. Probably all just AI. Some say it’s a shame while others say it’s a crime. I suggest asking the lonely or Alice. They’ve got the inside scoop, and you can get it with sprinkles.
Part four. I’ve got a grand plan hatched in this dearth of hope. One of those once-in-a-lifetime plans with no going back. Taking the down bound train tonight. Digging the hole much deeper. Yeah, there might be a shriek or two. Hopeful signs that I’m closer to a common ground. That holy space where endorphins run free. It’s possible then I’ll touch the sky. Some call it Kashmir. We’ll call it… heaven.