Muskrat from Acoustic Sessions by Pschnob

Dislocated truffles, dandelion earlobes, harpsichord bonnet, magpie daydream, brill cream gasoline, not obscene, festering glean, duckbill people with elephant ear fern plants & football fish, duffel bags oh beanbags, full of rotten organic wasted, stuck in the city, old rust, paint crust, white sneakers, never talk to the mailman or the trashcan, Phil crocodile infestation swirls in kitchen (behind) dishwasher, throw comet in their eyes. Shoo shoo bad crocodile, Henry calls the landlord. Phone rings, duck sings bird flings filth from its cage in a dis-tempered rage. Blue, yellow braided hair little horse on the plain, mellow field of reeds & flowers. Large clear blue sky mind. Apple pie boots & overalls, garden & shovel, little hovel, hot summer day in my hammock I'll sway, the kids or ball do play, barbecue phew!, the old days, lots of wood, hands-on skool. Make it, bake it, don't fake it or break it. Trains. If I had any strength I'd dispel the malignant stagnant putrificating normalcy. I want to fly gently like a glowing pulsating psychic jellyfish. Drift on the breeze take in everything with ease, no room for sleaze (which makes me sneeze). But alas is it here an unpolished turd writing the absurd word unwinding from within. Gently floating, wooden toy soldiers break their glare & become aware. I want to be a UFO, I'd float during the day and blaze a multicolored rainbow of peace/love rays all about me. Bit egotestical but it'd be a service too. I'd like to wake 'em all up to look & see what there is to be. But I am barely awake myself. No floating today, on the ground I shall stay, until another day when I hope & pray, I may stand up & say,

I like: sea salt olive oil pasta cheese sleep relaxing music video nature and dodecahedron factories.