When you go to an Art Gallery and YOU stare and stare and stare.
\nLat’s the point!!!
\nIrony.
\nThe Irony of it.
\nIs that the artwork
\nis the way
\none way
\nof creating. You see.<\/p>\n
all the wisdom you need is inside your body…did I have my eyes closed when I typed this or where they open or was I just peaking peaking pieaking
\ninto sids eyes
\nInto the belly of fur.
\nthat is my Shasta<\/p>\n
teh irony
\n the irony
\nof this entire song
\nthis entire life
\nis that the answers my friend are blowing in the wind. the answers were are still blowing in the wind.<\/p>\n
now don’t get scared when I first heard that too I was scared
\nit’s all in the writings.
\nit’s all in the writings
\nnot only of the one god
\nthe one God
\nthe one Goddess
\nAlah
\nJehovah
\nJesus
\nHey Seus
\nDoctor
\nthat is
\nDr Eva is my chiropractor
\nI can hear I can hear it now. good boom good boom no wonder everyone is paraonoid
\nit’s what they are putting in our food
\nin our water.
\nohhhhhhhhhhh
\nfuck
\nwhen there are too many versions of something
\nyou must go to the original
\nbut how
\ndo I
\nstay in this life
\nwhile flositin in this dream<\/p>\n