What was I thinking? " Minds just been blown with
thoughts of Kurt Cobain jokes. Inception like dreams as if I’m trying to
confuse myself " well done me. Baffled at 8 o’clock by my own ponderings, what
do I want? Quick I need to know/tell a soul, tell/know a soul. How long has
that water been there? It now stands stagnant, confused face pulled at whose
expense. The title, I came up with that first. Relief as I wake up from a
tattoo faced dream what does that mean? - Queue another confused face. What
would you think reading this 2 dots and a crooked line? All art is s**t. The
starved pleased to paint a dirty protest; my owner just gave me a sambo. I need
an ending, two backs walking away as I narrate, it’s me and who else?