[17:08.67]Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling
[18:49.95]These small arms and white belly
[19:57.75]And enormous undercarriage
[20:24.69]The wax crayon illuminati
[20:27.54]Our minds locked in dark sewer
[20:58.56]Each finding less than before
[21:00.09]Each counting the warm conclusions
[21:20.76]Of the six buttons of s*x appeal
[21:46.50]Knowing full well that ice breaks when smoke rises
[22:09.42]Sucked into a whole
[22:30.81]The ever floating karma of fried blind dog of the street
[22:48.39]Our purpose for the one and only
[23:34.62]Green form eats small headed breaded shrimp
[23:45.99]Allowing several coats of makeshift lolly
[23:57.24]On a lolly covered felt
[24:17.43]Shook with fear from lightning
[24:23.37]Falling several times in the wrong place
[24:38.88]Soaking up blindly the wings of our depression
[25:24.48]Floating up shiny columns of grey green primrose algae
[25:29.01]The piston awakes to a small tiny fire within himself
[25:57.84]Forcing the unwanted part of his mind into tiny fractions
[26:04.17]Each plied with coconut scissors
[26:09.99]All content yet somehow familiar to Mothers everywhere
[26:25.56]It's been days now since my childhood dreams were fulfilled
[26:32.85]With crystal canyons and opera myths
[26:43.20]Its thousand legs dribbling oil like may rain
[26:46.71]Over all coloured mortar from way back when
[27:02.61]This gorgeous thigh is resting under his elbow
[27:08.07]Reminds me of clotted cream
[27:09.06]All bloody from strawberry tobbacco juice
[27:16.71]Hard halo of polystyrene pillow talk
[27:26.67]Mothers' milk cooking in the breat of paisley blue silk
[27:29.85]Like a mind in labour
[27:50.13]Bursting the waters of afterlife
[28:03.39]Drenched in the warm hot river
[28:09.27]Containing everything and nothing