Trance America

Roll in your metal box with your eyes on the time angry at the renaissance of opening of mind you fail to get the humor of a novice on her skates and laugh at the business of letting go of hate Trust Truth and Kindness; given away to radicals- Whole Setting Them on Fire The lost trials of Justice were purchased with a fine Soft oil is bleeding from the wounds of Gaia's Breast the Paper Bandage soaking, it begins to tear Phalli-cies are burning in the fires they ignite the privileged Trash goes wasted