Monday, July 27, 2009

Green grass of tunnel.

Down from my ceiling. Drips great noise. It drips on my head through a hole in the roof. Behind these two hills here. There's a pool. And when I'm swimming in. Through a tunnel. I shut my eyes. Inside the cabin I make sounds. In through the tubes I send this noise. Behind these two hills here. Fall asleep. And when I float in green grass of tunnel. It flows back. Down from my ceiling. Drips great noise. It drips on my head through a hole in the roof. Behind these two hills here. There's a pool. And when I'm swimming in, through a tunnel.... I shut my eyes.

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