Popsicle Cannibal, I'm never gonna grow up.....

whoever said that it's good to be alive.... sneaky sneaky, bouncing down dark hallways, waiting to be discovered... everyone clap your hands to the beat, the beat in your head, the beat in your heart. my thoughts are like bubbles, soap bubbles that rise higher and higher before they burst in the wind like chicken grease on a stove top. music makes me strangely nostalgic, i remember things i would rather not....love is all you need, doesn't anyone tell you this? and panda's don't wear purple bathrobes, ice cream has no bones and you can't drive a canoe down the freeway....it's all very obvious if you just know what you're looking for. and who you travel with.