Deja Vu

I have met you once, you wanted friends.
I said no thank, I want more.

Goodbye.


I met you twice, you gave me more.
I said thank you, I want more.

Hello. 

Plastic Apples

... and when realities are defined by
what we put in and what we take out
of our handheld Chinese plastic apples
tastes kinda funny like petrol and sweat.

well then what you get is artificial flavor
reality becomes inferiority, nostalgia of the lame.
superior man with a phon3 in his hand
steve jobs is a salesman, are you living this dream?

Something like Waits out there in burma shave.

The sun it shines constant
never beyond my Raybans
Feels like plastic in my face.

we used to run to the forest,
sun beamin threw the pines
smells like the furniture.

as we ran to the forest
wind blown threw the pines
sounds like a broke window fan

running threw the woods
mud on our souls
feels just like home.

The sun, it shines even
never beyond my Raybans