I Really Wanna Move to The Country

and meet some back woods hippies.
go to community college.
and talk about poisoned ivy, on our arms, or poisoned army or the kiss army or kissing your own arm.

I really want to leave the city. I don't believe in it's tenacity, or grandeur . Ever since the decline of organized religion and worship and strict loyalty there of they stopped building really cool buildings.

I'm going to have my wedding in firehall, where they usually park the trucks. and drink from a champagne fountain powered by an aquarium pump.

pump up the volume. dance, dance.