The road to Mexico is long, and paved with the futures of dead rabbits. All this negative protein. Who could control the unrest? I’ll leave it to you to bring these things up with mother. I will be home late. I’ll be home with millionaires feet. Lucky Lucky eyes are for smiling with. All this negative coffins and swift protein. Why don’t you scale the walls while I’m not baking. Paint your face the alphabet. Clowns have more fun.
“But! Stop. In the future stop. All of this will be unsettled and dusty stop. So let’s march south with ears for fences to keep out unwanted intrusions dusty and stood up too fast. My lights behind my eyes is your shape. Your very own shadow.”