the fire trails

then i disappeared. now this won't be the first in the chronology of random events for hillel disappeared when he fell in love. he is your best friend you hit it off together, he falls in love, see you next year. and the last thing i remember mos was saying, "you get the pressure, you deliver, then you're better off, til it's over, then you slug off again." so the next day i died. so i take pleasure in the details and the tender white lily of the northern hills turned deep red. little did i know it's tragic. never less beautiful. and the following morning was the invation of roswell the steel badge of phoney. so the tea leaf is no longer a safe place for sunscreen and it would take a while to hail max with his bald cult to become my dirty kitchen and anywher i go, the places i hide, is Dublin.