We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Pink Flyod
Up, down, flash! Up, down, flash! I’m feeling dizzy. There is an airy heaviness and followed by a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Flash! Someone is pushing me from behind. Flash! Peeking out I see that I’m being swung on a swing. In a children’s playground. Flash! though the day is hot and sunny, I see an old man in front with a long coat, and every time we go up, the little girls skirt rises, and he takes a picture. Jesus loves the children.

I wanna hold em like they do in Texas Plays
Fold and shit in em raise it baby piss on me I love it
Fuck and intuition is my mission phasers set to stun
And after she’s been hooked, fill her mouth with cum
A naked woman is running. Her breast wobble and bounce. She’s covered in sweat.Round she goes. The race track stretches out infront of her like those long straight roads we see in American road trips movies. Another naked woman is waiting ahead. looking down I see that the runners feet are slowing. then I am thrust forwards to the waiting woman. I am the baton, the diaper baton. And now we are leaving the panting woman, bent over, hands on her knees. Another waits ahead of this one. My never ending life cycle.