On cloudy days I write in grays

[mousey1]

must I obey the limitations
set
insoluble
impenetrable
must I toe the line
that fucking invisible line
must I
must I
WHY
Because you say
it is so
Jesus
it is hard so hard
to obey the limitations
Oh what folly
Oh what ridiculous rules
set
insoluble
impenetrable
Give me rope
Give me the fucking rope
I'll swing myself
on that invisible line
I follow

[stilltrucking]

On cloudy nights I paint it black


Why must I obey these limitations I have set for myself

I stabbed Jesus in the back. You know somebody had to do it.

I could never live up to His imponderable moods and the church’s ridiculous rules


"Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?
Once one has been seized up"

[mousey1]

Well, I can always smell the sunshine
somewhere
far down the line
there's always a whiff of sunshine

Even if I write in grays
my mind hopes in yellows
magnificent yellows
swirly pearly golden yellows


If you stabbed Jesus in the back he no doubt turned it to you in invitation...he does that you know.