Cloudsurfer
We dreamed of cities in the clouds of marble towers, spotless towels.. could beam ourselves from j to k.. no fossil fumes no u-turns, crashes, pile ups on the skyway... though it's friday
Fridays, friday's mini-golf....
I'd let you win then switch you off and on, and off, and off and on no side effects, we get along...
No insect shall attack my lawn no accidents. no uniforms. and should i slip inside death's door i'll hit refresh and be reborn. shall trawl through all that's ever been and rate my blessings
Make that 9.3
I'm better now..
I'm flying low i promise you that i'll let go go higher
Step outside, we need to purge. and from the darkness we'll emerge immortal......me. 1..me... ime almighty