these trees dissolve into fields of oranges and the sun is not embarrassed to make me sweat. yeah, as i walk through these orchards where i tend to pick rotten fruit so that my tongue can taste something familiar. it says, we see the fountain of remembrance where we wash our faces clean. and no, we never took a towel to those days where our parents were covered in dirt. no, we just filled it into cups so that we may pass into hand and hand. and we devour ourselves once again.
well, i met my laughter just yesterday and these chemicals and liquor help my self-structure so that we would drink and drink and drink and drink and we threw up our words in hysterical laughter that when we spoke, our stomachs became untied into French knots. so we would just be gasping for air while tears suddenly poured with joy that it made me stand and collapse by your world so that i may shake this house with our love.