finish purple true

gone are the days when tragic vomit flew balloons from a stolen nitrous oxide crew the ticket stub erosion fidget in the pocket a dosed out body breaking dead bone sockets crippled amounts of beverage burnout ruin sunburn dust cloud brave drum volkswagons crazy maniacal miracles flying above the cheshire moon nights from a crowd campfire stored old burrito hell just passed the missed turnoff from anything for sale lights camera reaction to the spine entwined with strychnine all confusion paid the cost to be with the magic boss when it was all said and done perhaps even overcooked we felt the energy expound around our shaking souls sometimes not so much the specific show itself but that strange person you met who helped you out or that desert moment when the chaos slowed down even that eternal smell that followed the tie dye crowns sounds placed in a foggy memory box of rain tapes reaching the pinnacle of a stella blue sky sweetly blissed I miss those days often kissed by a stranger painted in the fainting canvas time falling form brushes left behind shaping up to finish purple true the days when tragic vomit flew