Zocalo

I'm sorry of you, what are we?
In the mist there's a white widdow
Silked by the enormity. Blue sparrow
Watch the strange lights on green a-blue
And watch the summer shining moon
Among the trebbled stars in our bell
Onto the magestic mistic mountains
Mounting on
The shining light that comes from yellow
We found our paradise
Onto the bare-foot brown we danced
And into the blue we swam
Waiting for the gallowing winds to blow our way
For the magic of the sun is in it's death
Where the birth reveals good great sorrow
And the teen years, well...they go O.K.
Enter the great golden grain of the gods
And to propegate our senses
A vast ray of flowers break up
And showers fall on our head as the Wollowing winds
Did sail our way...



( I am VERY HIGH RIGHT NOW!!!! I don't know if it's a song or a poem or what, but A) Shot copyrights B) I'm putting it up here cuz I couldn't figure out how to open Notepad...damn notepad!)

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Zocalo

WHAT....THE....F**K...

I don't even remember coming on here last night...