13 birds circling about a quarter mile high in the sky, I’ve never seen so many birds circling so high, there are no robots in sight. He’s not too friendly but he’s got a heart of gold, at a young age he fell in love with falling in love. I’ll be the first to break the silence, the silence that’s been kept as long as it’s taken the river to carve the canyon, the canyon between you and me. You bought a black and white color chart with blood money, I’m talk-in money from the blood bank. Driving up a one way road, cursing at everyone as you go, trees look like broccoli in a miniature world. And now it’s five o’clock Thursday afternoon and Friday’s in the air.
