Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

tip of the mojave desert
living on the out skirt
of a small town
arid mother fucking
goddamn town
but
hello there
opertunity!

and I walk the high way
home to the tree house
and wanting to see here
always wanting to see her
and she changes from time to time
but always her
always on my mind
her

and i am in the desert
the canadian desert
the canadian
us canadian love to say shit is
"canadian" when really it is
no ones
it is not ours
this land
and it ain't the indians
and it ain't the black's or the white's
it belongs to the rattle snakes and the insects
and the fucking water
goddamn man!
shit it is sick the smell of gas
the smell of the rotten fucking bodies
of crack heads and the
senseless god damn
goddamn
enough to drive you crazy if you think about it enough
think too much
thinking drives you crazy
then you start coming up with things
then your mind invents things
and it is not of the society and the call you crazy
but it is really your reality and not this negative
bomb building religon fighting drug selling
money grubbing reality that is sposeta be free and awesome
the world of the cancerous man


geoff

earth of oil
earth of rust
biting rabid pests
viral dust
infectious heat
got good goddam felt the tip of my nose
cried in the ocean
where nobody saw
laughed in the desert
where nobody heard
cept the prairie dogs
and their shorties,
who laughed along -
sense of humor is evolutionary
bite me a meerkat
bite me a hunka burnin love
bit into a bad ol snake
bit into a bum
something bit me back yo o no!

mm..

it's warm there, most of the time,

which is more than i can say for this beautiful, overrated coastal sponge.

yeah yeah, whatever. soak it up.