Slumerican dreams!
Hollywood hate gonna hate on
Got my plate and an apron
I don't care if I'm late on

This morning I woke up 808 drawn
And I feel like my fate's strong
I feel like spitting napalm

Everyday's a show gotta go
Gotta get it on the road got a get out of control
I do too much planning to live my life
And we are all gonna die sometime
I want to make it right

(AKA: The Sun's a Ray Gun, The Sons of Reagan)

Some people say they can survive on light. That they need no food. No water...

I am all about mindfulness, but now that's a mindful. Can it be we're all so sidetracked with fly acts (like hitting a birdie); with that our brain sells, that we don't realize what's really mind fuel or that we contain selfs, like we have only brain shells and no braincells within our strained helms, plain to view in our drained cells - gray, matterless.

My tools aren't hammers, or nailguns, or napalm spray. It's what I have in this brain son, that makes my day. I'm off, I'm out, I'm about to eat some sunrays instead of playing with rayguns in some run n gun gunner, you know that summer's always funner with some great sun taste, so let these drapes retrace like grapes to raisins, facing the raised summer sun's sung and praised young grace as stunned sunrays raise hunt some place.

If you call, man I can't reply
I'm too busy, too busy living a lie
This whole society is a living disguise
Were abusing the Earth but we all lose then we die

The Earth lives on
Stronger despite all the pain
We smite it again it strikes down with a rain
Like a fury

I've been to hell and back, can you cure me?
I'm truly, one of a kind, and that's beauty

No dis
But if they don't know this they'll notice
There's no bone in a boney bitch

...then the joke's on you. ;)