Patties on fire

Patties on fire. Mother's days a liar. You want to tell me to burn down the house to expire, round the corner it might meet you, you never see it coming. Why are we running? You’re always halfway there. But never fear it has a familiar feel. You’ve met before. You'll smell it when it comes. Over and over till forevermore, I say forevermore because will I know when it’ll stop. That’s the thing, it never stops but it changes. Patties on fire, in this house we’re survivors but in the next, we could be dead. Rick and Morty taught me don’t play naughty because some other you are at the end of the story. Possibilities, possibilities endless, endless it's almost breathtaking. It has taken breath almost and certainly. At the same time? Yes. Right on time? Yes. Was it your particular time? No.

A lot on the brain, what a fucked mind game but wow it's inevitably beautiful in all its madness. In the end, we have nothing to fear. In the beginning, we have no fear. So in the middle, never fear the universe is here. Where? There. Close your eyes, close two, open one. Patties on fire. Don't listen to liars. You can tell me to burn down the house because we never expire. Transferred but never destroyed. On fire one moment, the next a girl in 1793 swinging in a tire. But what of our last self? Recorded and played over and over. Shadow memories.

Imagine, think about this for I have pondered over it many a time. Gone. Peaceful transition into light. Onto the next right? Maybe back to the very same location living a new whilst on the same plane, mourned. That was, that is you. What is that energy? Possibilities, possibilities endless, endless. It's almost breathtaking. It was breathtaking, certainly.