Josh Hutcherson Wearing Briefs

I let the thoughts
free
they have wings get
jump on black, they carry me to places where I will not be
an alien in a world that would be my
thoughtless world
I am a brainstorm and a confused
be lost in thought - Think
my glow, I crush it in the ashtray
this is already
memory so quickly.

sound and smoke, especially smoke

I'm chained to yesterday

I
I give up I give the
to think.