i'm the final kiss written upon fresh lips, just like ripe peaches and cream, i'm a flesh machine, he's breathing oxygene, i'm the heavy metal cloudburst, with an ancient ghost dancing, over our heads and under our feet, my guitars on fire with a new passion, and the chords ring true and they ring for you. yes all bets are off.

i have a very good friend in evan who lives down the road, sometimes i just wanna drive down say, hey jump in my car, and we will drive all the way to the sactuary where there will be mute girls in bikinis and our hounds will run up and down the beach chasing waves. evan and i will sit under our tree and watch the blue skies over the horizen. pink floyd will play 'echoes' and it will seque into 'dark side'
i will tell even the story of my life and the strangeness will leak out from my ears and pour through my eyes. evan will say something funny in a homer voice and we will laugh and laugh until we have to stop to grab air from the sky. our dogs will look at us wanting to join in the joke. a shadow cast along the beach and the atlantian current is revealled. they come in silver suits and take us inside with anti gravity rays and technology that looks like magick. my father awaits, he wears a crown of sea horses and a cloak that can make him invisible. evan and i are taken away by beautiful atlanitan women who bathe us and offer us food, they are naked and blue skinned. one has green eyes the other grey. we sleep and fall into pleasant dreams and our lives are sweet. pain is gone. the emptyness is gone, we are home.