I remember man, I remember, I really do,

The devil was here, here on this vacation,

I call him the devil because he was young, brash and quick to react,

His emotions, man, so turbulent,

It smells like teen spirit,

He was the same as me, did the same things, said the same things,

He did fuck his cousin,

Miss me with that gay shit,

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Actually it was lovely, I'd do it again, but I don't think its on the lesson plan,

But he was here man,

So angry,

What held him down?

All that murderous spirit,

What stopped the killing spree,

Maybe that was just hell,

And everyone was going through some shit,

Being tested, keep going, keep going, can we rest yet?

Fuck man, whatever,

Who am I to explain,

The consistency of the universe,

Its many layers,

What makes it real,

That’s god’s job,

I’m just here to say things like pussy,

Make love to queers,

I’ve had too many beers,

Red horse, only in the Phillipines,

But man, Portugal, I feel it still,

I wonder if there are others who remember,

The fifth of November,

I don’t know, maybe its taboo to talk about this stuff,

Other worlds, the wide universe, and hell,

Past lives, all the things I have to tell,

Maybe we’re going back to heaven,

Maybe I fell,

This life is a pathway, a river,

I’m not sure where its leading me,

Maybe its just art, a tasty dream.