Trust

Do I trust myself?
Do I trust myself?
If I trust myself, I'll follow, I have one broken toe, but No, I don't care about that, I'll follow, with my eyes closed.
Do I trust myself? I'll follow with my eyes closed.
Do I trust myself? I'll follow with my eyes closed.
I think I need to return to my routine.
Remember organization equals liberty.
Remember organization equals liberty.
How do I know if I trust myself?
I write in the dark. Church bells flood the streets in the morning, church bells flood the streets.
Sway Danny sway, the ringing of the church bells fill the streets. Sway Danny sway. The nonbelievers emerge from their cold dark quarters. I know what to do, I know what to do, and I'm going to do it.

Ilk

The old folks and their friends are my friends until we die, we fly side by side, high above the rocky cliffs in our hot air balloon that we made out of our own skin...we're really talking about sacrifice here! (I pull out a tooth for the mademoiselle, she hops around overcome with delight). My hair falls out like blades of summer grass, like snow onto the floor, and when I raise my head, I see people of all ilk. There is nothing to fear but fear itself. I give them my hand and instantly I'm dragged, swept off my feet, taken away by the mirthful, buoyant and very merry group—aged, gray and beautiful (I love this race!). My heart bounces around from one happy person to another, and I'm just in the fucking zone. I look down and I see my hair—little follicles on the floor—and I can see the mademoiselle, holding my little tooth, in the eyes of these old folks sharing me amongst their friends and I see how real this is: the mirth, the rapture, the ecstasy—the interdependence! I climb back into our hot air balloon and remove the weights.

Lemonheads

Lemonheads, 25¢, are one of least expensive food/candy, making it very popular in impoverished areas; they are exceptionally satisfying when you’re doped up.