Bohemian Rap

Im burning through the sky
i don't want to stop at all
Those were the days of our lives
Barcelona, is this the real life?

well said our mam

know nothing and dream of being on the run
fast dreams, curlicued and laced with edge
portals feature like continents. ecosystems of intrigue
bannered facades of love hate and subconscious knowings.

This Blog Owes Croatia An Apology

It's nothing personal - sorry.

Stay Awhile....

and make corporate daydream friendly fire hot dogs
for multiple language networks and shop step scrubbers

if you've nothing more important - or pressing?

cultural commonsense

bless your unicorn hide
Roger Bacon did precede
your tremulous innocuous
internecine decrees

Ah wanna wake up when the morning comes
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
When the morning comes

Ah wanna wake up when the morning comes
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Dreaming Tom Browne's blues
in cotton rhyme
with blue suede shoes
I swear I could sit next to youse

licking in a thicket of your own...

A lemony snicket thicket of
tomBrowns Dribbling blues
A bhopal onion and a thickset
mogul between three setting suns
and the seventh boyfriend.

All I wanna do is See You

Jimmy.