A crack at the pen is worth two in the bush I’ll keep watching Twin Peaks till my brain is mush Season two taking my surreal with some camp If you haven’t already check at the Wooj made Wavy Lamp Taking advantage of the active pause rewind On the Switch emulation service got online How else does one play Zelda? Tell me that. How do you get to play as Zelda? Tell me that. A pool noodle head guard bell pepper charred Somehow gets sweeter the pressure cooker bard On the big green egg minimax for summer If you ask how it’s going get ready for a bummer One day they’ll make the hearse that goes in reverse Keep a copy of Harold and Maude in my burlap purse A mark in the meter is worth two in the loop I’ll keep jamming away even if it sounds like poop Four strings too few for the eclectic design view Use paint to measure if foundational cracks grew Baby blue is cool by my preference is mango More like orange but that doesn’t rhyme with tango It’s Faygo vs Fanta swinging at a kale piñata Over a vegan slurry with flax in a “just” egg frittata Agent Cooper never got a good ending, why was that? Agent Cooper never got a good ending, why was that? Because that just life it’s quite brutes mahgoots An avalanche after you drop in the fingerling chute I’ll keep watching Twin Peaks till my brain reforms Still, the oven is on till the turnovers rewarm Another nightmare It’s like when your teeth fall out and then your toes fall out too Another nightmare It’s like when your getting chased by clowns and no one believes you Another nightmare It’s like when someone you trusted turns out to not be true Another nightmare Aquafaba cascades over my enchilada Another nightmare ugh This the final fantasy, those other final fantasies Are just pale imitators Will the real final fantasy please sit down And take some much needed rest so we can put this whole thing to bed Then return to getting shamed by our A.C. villagers It’s me the native fruit pillager Forgotten turned stranger Stranger? I hardly know her! The first rule of boosting impact is to make sure your closing statement leaves a big impression Like kapow Stale, Stale, Stale... It used to be, home I was warned about reheating the oat milk I’ll drop the tempo like it’s a bad smoking habit Gradually argue on and off with the rabbit About who is silly and which one gets Trix Order a basic deck online to learn some tricks But first to ollie, best to predict my folly And get a helmet, for both boarding and the trolly Problem can’t fly economy my legs are too long And I need more USB amperage to power this song It’s just me in the studio twisting around with the rat And I don’t have that guitar pedal, yet But I’m a collector and that’s as collectible as it gets You have to always keep them guessing It’s those crest white strips for the soul It’s those mentos for your muddled mind It’s those tictacs for your tick off list Some fresh squeezed lime for your limited time Suitcase for your canned soup, I’m in the loop I got the master plan via EQ in the mid scoop Paratroop over your proofread paragraph Deploy the non sequitur chaff for a cheap laugh I’m toeing overdraft lines keep the jams online There’s a magic to the algorithm only sometimes Cause I’ve tried making short reels and long shorts I did the vines I made the videos with patch reports Coming up short to Bulma again Could be worse You always have to keep them guessing The drop cloth walls they dangle Impermanent but all the same stable Beauty in my poor run of audio cable Zip tie chain link put away that Swiss scissor Sister I have fallen off the wagon again Journey on the Oregon trail premature end But will it blend? Same old question YouTube a playlist for Cajon lessons Basic breakbeat is down but fills are evasive Self like lead paint in encasement Predate the playground lol I’ll lose skin on stairs and teeth on the pole Maybe droll in that self appraisal There is no money in growing homemade basil But maybe some other handcrafted joy I’m self-made complete a eudaimonia ploy Self made handmade Self made homemade Big blue and the bigger man The shades matched the wader brand Big blue and bigger guy Biggest bronze van in the sky Big blue and the bigger Brain Got bigger every day Big blue to pass the time Big blue and the bigger empty Big blue and the bigger empty Big blue sit next to to me Big blue let’s watch the sea Big blue number three Big blue cup of tea Big blue and the bigger empty Big blue and the bigger empty Big blue comes to the coast Big blue always does the most Big blue slice of toast Big blue making me feel big gross Big blue and the bigger empty Big blue and the bigger empty The truth is When I’m out I’m looking for a way back in

Classic mistake watch it slip out from the hand brake Like vegan becomes pescado by bonito flakes In Brussel sprouts I opt for an alternate route For that immaculate vista on insta clout It’s that fret-er with the chord voiced in cursive letters Taking undeserved credit net worth getting better Politics never getting any redder What better left unsaid might get said never That means for forever like deep bass I’l try to keep this relatable to save some face How about that smoke outside New mishap I’m undone as a sesame bun Split down the middle, yet stuffed with fun But still spilling out, I’m watching too much Food network, yet coffee is all till lunch Roll a nat one for a panic attack But I’m the one to blame for the bad stat stacks It’s the rat napper Does that mean naps with rats? Or is a rat kidnapper? Por que no los dos I’m channeling my favorite ghost Number one in my heart And my brain false start smudge lane Like graphite philosophy acolyte Valid mistrust of hang kites Keep my distance from lizard bites No words on the rodents though My wife is working on the no knead bread dough Passively that was the whole point My feed is showing me novel ways to pop my joints And work my core which I’ll ignore Embrace my physique like the wild boar It the rat smasher Does that mean he smashes rats Or…. Wait, never mind In the future I’ll work a method more kind Or at least humane I bait with whole grain I bait with cereal Oat milk stash is waining Skipped brunch and stomach’s paining Poetry is not unlike painting, But it’s not really like it either I finally got the rat Why do I feel bad about that? I tried the catch and release I tried exclusion and saying pretty please Maybe it’s that the snap trap isn’t as instant as it seems We could do better (specifically you TomCat, Your Package lies) Who gets the good deaths? Who has the bad lives? Who gets the lego sets ? Who has the long drive? Who got the ticket? Who sold you one? Which is still going? Which one is done? Where did it stop? When did you know? Why did it melt? Where did it go? When did it turn? How did it change? What did you learn? What was its name? Make it crystal clear like clay i cake on my feet Connor told me they stink on account of my sock-less shoes True and well intentioned but i took it as rude It’s the way alt rock and progressive go Progresso stone in my gullet I’ll rock an inverted mullet When it’s back in style like the mithril nail file Defeater of the dish pile deeds better left redone Personally airing the airbender reruns I make mouth sounds inadvertently in syncopation Letting the spyware know my exact location It’s better that way like a plastic rose in a bouquet And I saying I love you till the last one wilts Agent Cooper got his good ending after all, Why was that? I just had to have someone explain it to me Like the rest of the show.. anyway Agent Cooper got his good ending after all Renamed Stan and moved to Gravity Falls Set up shop or rather a tourist trap Better than a bunker for those on demand naps I think that’s what they said I don’t want more surreal I miss being direct But the world is too real and I need to deflect Agent Cooper got his good ending after all Grew his hair long enough to put in a ball Dawned robes and formed two distinct buns Then did a Leia cosplay at the mall When that got old he dyed it the usual jet black Learned to shred and got a guitar rack Joined his brother and formed a band: Old Gods of Asgard wrote some sweet tracks Agent Cooper got his good ending after all, I just had to have someone explain it to me Like the rest of the show I don’t want more surreal I miss being direct But the world is too real and I need to deflect