I'm sitting on the train today.
It's been another week and this is my refrain OK?
I'm signing off - I'm going like a flame away.
When you cough and the wind blows and it's such a small flame that it can't just sway!
But don't worry I'll be like them candles,
That flicker and die but just come back like a vandal.
Wasn't a warm vacation so instead of flip flops and sandals I've got a sweater,
But better a bit later than never!
It's off to Ă–stersund: to maybe get a blund and
To pick lingonberries! And I've got lettuce: all be merry!
My brother's got a full week off so I've got the weekend end and a day, then a little of the next until I'm back in play.
Back like a fresh moon sky! So I'm on a train today and I'll be there tonight.
And then when I get back: record a few tracks.
Still got all of summer's stash to type, but I'll be fast like light.
See you in a flash of life! I'm going bye.
...
But I wrote that like three weeks ago, forgot to post it!
Forgot I wrote it! Wrote another and overwrote it!
On totally other topics so I ponder if I forgot this completely,
But I remember it now and it's like hocus pocus.
I mean it's magic! Remembering things that happened!
That float away and come back some day and you're like: man it's
Awesome! Man tits blossom. Hammy soft end. Sit inside too much now,
But plan to launch in, to orbit after lunch maybe on Latvian sausage made of PERCH.
I wish Sweden had got those first! I bet they've got dope stove merch!
What's cooking, in Brooklyn? No in some old school church!
Maybe in our old KoKnese perch? Diverge...
Winter's coming and it's dull and a bit depressing...
Try to mood up and man up with these brief recording sessions,
Ate lunch at a stray route: Beirut Cafe with a dandy dressing yesterday and I've seen fire shows,
Fly off woes, man it was a blessed break, like a hammock wake from managed or manic stressing!
These times you can't slow down you just go round a round and grow so tired...
But keep on going or you'll burn out just like that fire...
And don't sleep at work either or you might get fired...
But man I work so tired... I need to get out and go and grow and glow like I just fried my wires!
Higher! But that's another day and another goal,
For now I'm catching up on this overdose of prose I overwrote bout thirty notes ago...
Right now with the dopest flow! So open, close! Pow! Wow! Lil Pump style now! It's a Gucci thang man yeah yeah yam yam yum yum thrash band Sum 1? Maybe in your forties you'll grow old.
I gotta sleep, man. It's been a week and... now you know.
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