tell me about the jewels
how do you cut a paper?
you tore my mouth



this is what i mean

come, what it meant
fire blown by wind
woods process into paper


so, could you be
life may take pain easy

this matter innermost
a big boom, splash


laughter the envelopes in me
embraces me inside
half realizes the surrounds

single life would be most

this is a new face

michael being the reporter
narrates whats about them
people may go, so could we


hands do bunch and braid
they do go to protect

loud insight, deep !@#^yse
lower the bottoms for everybody