Sentient Spiritual Spirograph Scribbles Sorcery Sigils

before I disappear I form a fossil shaped by fear fresh thoughts have gone up dry yet old habits still multiply my waking life is said and done I'm just this script I have become no good solution can be found let's burn this whole thing…

who spies butterflies as they flutterby butterflies better hide as prying eyes rely on light to spy

You sent me light years away to have a look at a cartoon dog and a two dimensional pancake. I'm cold and sick of being motion sick.

Written remotely via an iPod from my couch, since the space heater was on, and I didn't feel like walking five steps to the computer. Oh -- I need to come up with some deep philosophical meaning to the song. Right. Humans are trying to communicate…

it is quite a feat to open up your eyes and feast off some real sunlight hope be the stars I see a phantom me but night is gone blind pilot I'll hitch a ride set this thing to overdrive mind pirate mine drifts with the tide…

The shrinking violet withdrew too much and turned itself inside out.

a path of light to forever flowing forth like a stream a path of light I remember cutting me off from the dream your dawning day has come your hands been raised to overtake the sun the doorbell has been chimed you must now awake man there…