sand.

I'm starting to get bored and
tired of things.
I'm not sad so don't think that i am.

i need a new life.
i need a bike.
possibly a kite.
a man that bites, gently not harshly.

someone who will take me on a hike
and someone who wont mind
engaging in nothing at all
all day long until nothing tiers us to sleep.

i want a basket full of bullshit (not literally)
i want a basket to fill with bullshit.

id like it a lot if gunner lived forever hes a lot like a puppy
apparently everyone wants to get high with bobby
i myself would rather get high by myself at this very moment
and this very moment only I'm not to fond of being stoned on my own
i appreciate a confused mind right next to mine when I'm flying kites.

bob Dylan is mine the lady just said he was
I'm gonna find him and stuff him in my basket that
someone will one day give me
ill be surrounded by baskets, bullshit, and bob Dylan.
I'm gonna go Google
you have a dandy night now.