[dead man]

i'll be
happy to lay here and its probably likely
the time has come, the walrus said, to call it a night
walking Northwest chasing all of the lights
dragging whips and chains i left rihanna the knife
calmly reciting Auld Lang Syne. firing shots at the sky
they read my palm and told me i had already died
its constant vibration from some other Beside
parallel preamble this preposterous ride
let me off