oom: beginnings

[27_53]

"Where will you go?" he said.

I shrugged, pointed out to the sky. "Somewhere," I said.




it's easy enough to stay hidden
especially when you blend in with the filth and dirt
and you eat spiders and blue bottles and worms
wishing for the sweet nectar of the gods

27 53
no just molded bread and flies

takeout squeaksstyrofoamsymphony

not 27 53

damn damn damn
(oh well better luck tomorrow?)just a day away
one two three four five

sixsevensticks

pick them up
pick them up
pick them up
weave leaf and stick and leaf and stick and hair and fuzz
he hates fish
get lost
"not this time"

not getting lost
on my way to canaan land
glory hallelujah
on my way to canaan land

(i had a mighty hard time, lord, on my way)
on my way(not lost, nope, never lost
especially when you are only going somewhere)

up!
flutter of wingsfeathers
not a freak

He dusts off that suit
rustletuck-fold-bendthis actually hurts
and he walks
all you people savages can't you see?

can't you see?
not 27 not 53

Damn.
(oh well.)i had a mighty hard time, lord
sixsevensticks

not home
it'll do.