Jambig

Juice

Boots

fat straws

Good looking smoke'n son of a Gun

Hot doggin till tomorrow Down

Row'n down into the sun

sweltering Mess

Jammin

new tune, dialed in, toppin out. .

Amorphous

Wondering in the light

the bliss of pure happiness

with the sister of darkness

she knows there must be two

strangely the bliss brings thoughts

of the dark

It must be coming

the light can't be too real

never lasting for too long

but with the mess

chaos

embrace

all surrounded

with a smile

She is always here

the dark is just within

hours after

ride on

ride one pure heart

pure