Ooo ooo la la la…

Ooo ooo la la la…

Hey man are we going by the right road? 

I think we should have brethed some weed seeds by now. 

There are no naked breasts, imbibing nipples to behold. 

You remember we started as war…numeric carnations for ages.

people can’t dream of vaginas anymore…only yellow eyes. 

I wonder if this place would be same in winter also…or in summer nights…or maudlin rainy evenings.

I will always crave for the nights as long as it would continue making excrescence shadows. 

Don’t stop the automobiles…

We ought to go to places with sonorous perceptions. 

Ooo ooo la la la…

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