On a hillside in Germany
I see my legs are a cartoon in motion
bicycling sideways kneecaps circular spinning
wooden bits in my mind,it's a brilliant feeling
something about corn or golden hair
the sound of the word "inhibition"
tastes beautiful in my mouth
apparently the tattooed man is better
than the 10 year old boy with which he fights
It's a brilliant feeling of notoriety
just like The Truman Show everybody's watching
you don't want them to watch as you're taking a shit
Carmelized pear and toasted pecan
the smell of White Castle's permeating my pores
Red dog is snoring and I thought it was Jenny
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