Brush the sky in your arms,air brush the phase and take the clouds insoftwet embracenot streaming or steamingI've seen them there on your facenow say ..
At work I wrote on the back of a receipt with my new collapsible pen (excellent in cramped spaces needing a quick hideaway). When I ran out of room I ..
I whisper to myself repeatedly like the Tool song Bailey showed me.This is necessary;The light is yellowThe line is yellowyield to toegreen to gothe s..