Our Mother is a liar in a lair of despair. It's okay I knew it wouldn't ring anyway. You are a brother bother. Our mother is a luster, and she has a cluster, Fragmented tormented envelopres of apologies, for what it's worth. the mo(mmy)ney is scarce in both ways. I assure you normal is an outlook it's not Kosher. For you see an ice cream cone and I see heavens closing it's welcome. You know not what I see from these un(rose)tinted sunglasses. You know not about the guitar, the unicorn or the car door. Gun's N Roses you have no idea. Never follow through you raspy man with no real teeth. I think about you everyday in an erroneous way. The increments that have come together to form me are fallen stories and peices that i have picked up along the way. Are you real? Diabetic insulin coma. That's what you are to me.