Ill post the rest after a bit just stoked a bit bout this lil shit.
I call it..
Malice in SpunionLand
The story begins with just 3 friends
close like brothers, defend each as blood of own mother
Each insane in their own way, each count down for today.
The camping trip to defy them all..
The camping trip to raise our spirit tall...
The trip when camping is always your call....
One taste, two dips, now the tri-fecta
never hurts to enhance your vision spectra.
Our nomadic home now already built,
Recycled waste to prevent our own guilt.
We gather by our fire, a symbolic life source
its obvious now our choices earlier have set course
now the kind smoke in our lungs we force.
Before we begin our legends to tell,
Then a steel to a 10" begin to swell...
This rubber container replaces my breathe,
simulating death, at least to the rest.
Amnesia and strong body tremors..
I crawl from this hole, Ah now I remember!!
My brain like mush from a blender,
This story's morals may surrender
An experienced confession or a real life lesson
Follow your path with worry and your path becomes blurry
Hakuna Matata- "There are no worries"
So cleanse your mind of all impurities
Stay strong as you follow your path and your path shall grow long, (longer than that annoying "never-ending-song")
Send your head on real journeys
The line for this ride need no currency
It only requires unique endurance you see?
We CHOOSE to live wild and FREE
So come , we welcome all. claim the camp before the land beneath us.
For living free must be high demand to us creatures,
but not to those who fear "The jesus"
I call it..
Malice in SpunionLand
The story begins with just 3 friends
close like brothers, defend each as blood of own mother
Each insane in their own way, each count down for today.
The camping trip to defy them all..
The camping trip to raise our spirit tall...
The trip when camping is always your call....
One taste, two dips, now the tri-fecta
never hurts to enhance your vision spectra.
Our nomadic home now already built,
Recycled waste to prevent our own guilt.
We gather by our fire, a symbolic life source
its obvious now our choices earlier have set course
now the kind smoke in our lungs we force.
Before we begin our legends to tell,
Then a steel to a 10" begin to swell...
This rubber container replaces my breathe,
simulating death, at least to the rest.
Amnesia and strong body tremors..
I crawl from this hole, Ah now I remember!!
My brain like mush from a blender,
This story's morals may surrender
An experienced confession or a real life lesson
Follow your path with worry and your path becomes blurry
Hakuna Matata- "There are no worries"
So cleanse your mind of all impurities
Stay strong as you follow your path and your path shall grow long, (longer than that annoying "never-ending-song")
Send your head on real journeys
The line for this ride need no currency
It only requires unique endurance you see?
We CHOOSE to live wild and FREE
So come , we welcome all. claim the camp before the land beneath us.
For living free must be high demand to us creatures,
but not to those who fear "The jesus"