Fried torpedo brains insane for shame
calling your name for chicken dinner
dressed to kill like a stone cold sinner
winning favor with lethal creatures
hiding inside gold mines lost in motion
capturing night time light monsters
hanging out behind the old movie theater
blowing candy bubbles all over everywhere
nailing the hot bullseye right on target
radiating a sustainable bioluminescence
immersed in the spirit of disco exploration
chilling out with some diggity dank soup
while making sweet love to your Firefox
so innocent and antisocial in your own prison
rejuvenated with a fresh new sense of purpose
exhibiting an intense sense of energetic strength
combined with the power of an explosive imagination
tossing out great ides into the mysterious universe
affecting the collective consciousness of all creation
while casually fighting wars within yourself
staying up all night watching Twin Peaks reruns
or listening to my favorite Grateful Dead tapes
grooving out until the bomb drops at sunrise
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