Nooks Krannie - Hotels make Prozac post modern lyrics

Moon knocking on our hotel room is a normal occurrence now. Vacation away from chic kale digestible smoothies and garbage portals made sense at the time but see, here we have 8 eyes and coal growing on our stomachs just like before. No, I didn't pack the razor, for her/ her. I think spiders have been misunderstood for many centuries, that's why they're not judged for making love to bush crickets. When we were rolling around in plastic bags, snorting allergen free talcum powder as Y2K pushed everyone into a pixilated Christmas, the moon was still there, not half-a**ing but carefully carving out man made pimples as a peace offering. You'd think we'd be sober enough to accept defeat in space or defeat in gentle maybes. Moon doesn't care, it's used to puberty hitting hard, it's a cycle for ffs and only people die of old age or at all, mostly. I've a lot to think about, now that my armpit hair is also in space, in a space, like a third wheel, chilling in the complimentary fruit basket.