There’s a Tiny Little Monkey, hanging on the fence watching for big bags
Tease and charm it sprayed
They stretch their mouth
All dogged and spaced but all so beautiful
always pump for peace when possible
Beware of things gonna happen
Be aggressive
Suddenly un control
It’s a warpage of time and its bliss carries
Out in the fields of sadness
The one’s I know it will pass too
No eternal on
The war sometimes seemed unreal, more Fata Morgana than memory
Do the judgment
Hallucination Sarcasm
Revolution on who just invented pain
