Sleep Diction

Gremlins Who Cant Reach the Swing

Oh my how the skies are clouded.
The air has long moaned for the comfort of a cool wind.
Only to be hot again.
How I hate it so.
Sweat.
The helpful, stanching relief that our bodies may cool down comfortably.
Oh, that's right a big huge star made that...
Just like I can draw on the water with crayons.
"But you can."
Said the witty fuck, who reads too much for his own good.
I prefer to be humble.
How would I ever learn? anything.
Everything.
I know everything. "No, the fuck I don't."
You know anything.
There's a difference.
People ask me to smile, I enjoy to refrain.
Thereafter, I like to poke at them and ask weird things.
Maybe it means I like you.
While I'm laughing, probably shaking my head for naught.
For not for these words, how could I tell you how I feel.
All the worlds' pressure, crushes me to my heels.
Good thing I like that chocolate milk dough.
Gives me all the nourishment, that was never called for.
Like the people who think they know everything.
There is limited to no place for you.
Salsa your ass out of here, building bricks to make you feel important.
Far too pig-kneed to carry the burden of another.
I wish I had the power to scan minds.
For too many individuals have lied, while I occupied their breathing space.
Body cubical.
My dream is for everyone to read Sleep Diction.
My dream is to be non-fiction.
What is your dream?
To have everything? Get real, this isn't a music video.
No "real" girls I know would fuck, you because of clothes.
Oh man, and all that dough.
You asking for trouble yo.
Rich-digging doggies will be waiting at your front door.
If you let them in the house they will shit around the couch.
Leave you a batch of flea before she exits out.
Water is precious.
Drink up.
This whole twelve gallons I dumped on you.
It must be rain.