Christy is sick, she won't stop getting an upset stomach
Looking for inspiration in the sky
I make it up to the windows through a bit of push and pull
I start to fly
Now, I make it to a library--- suddenly the books change to vintage highlight colors and I pick 3.
Mentioning Gabriel to a teacher-
She gives me a "C,"
For class attendance--- or do I have a disease.
Anyway I make it.
And there's the Dalai Llama talking about lifeforms
A shell for the Sephirot
For my chakras.
Could I build a house with it,
Or just keep up with the Woods'
His love life.
My love life.
All unfolding in a blissful dream.
I get locked in- since there's a jumper by the exit.
I land in a tricky way---- but it's golf, so I know my way around.
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