Pastels of orange and gray colors
make options critical to the
illusions in LA. This boring
substance silenced my vice.
Along came brighter light hovering into
my eyes. I saw through the wave,
and the storm bends to fade. I
fell into the rave. I heard the
city sigh in vain. Inspired by its
mountain face. I fell into the
fate. The fall of evil yells
invade. In spite of all the
bravery made. I'm in a dampen
phase. The fad of life takes
flight again. I'm sober? That's
insane! We're all drunk for the
maimed. There's something in my
eye, and it's generously tied
under beauty's fling where there's
no suffering. I've been lifted
from the prey. I've been learning
how to tolerate this swollen
tangled life we've made. There are
so many words to say to describe
the colors orange and gray. It's
hard to say the world is sane. I
saw through the wave.
I fell into the rave. I heard the
city sigh in vain. I've been lifted
from the prey. I've been learning
how to tolerate this swollen
tangled life we've made.