What you dont get is that the world is always saying Y E S

As if the dusting snow called last night and said hi I am visiting for dinner, I forgot the seashells, your hair tasted ok not as good as I remembered -- I walked slow into the parking lot. I walked slower than those women, that man shaking his umbrella open like a God damn seizure.
Some are saying y e s this is a heat wave, and I've named my house, my car, my unborn maybe/maybe not children. I'm in the hail snow now and I don't have to be anywhere. I can be a rose, a bourbon, a fire