like a crack
crusted with glitter

i drag my cross
daily

like a little fish i eat
like a little chicken bird i eat
like a little pig i eat
like knowing the earth

when one is the king of all wind
then they can make me do what they want

who tells my fortune right
but a foreigner

a little swirl in
my cup

a little dirt
in my pants

jimmy crank

we all know what it is like to speed

a fast car in the fast lane

wind blowing at night
like a fast car

dancing in the dark
like a bird dances in the day

forever young
like a prick

from a spindle

blue pure chocolit

i daydreamed us friends
and that we were laughing
and running together