Have u ever made the mistake of bringing a blunderbuss to an aerial dogfight?
That's an error of conceit in the metaphysical poetical sense of your life
While the others voices was growing higher nd stronger talking bout you know not what
You stood beneath the dogfight with your anti-aircraft blunderbuss

I want to sound like a grown up when I talk problem is all the grown ups are dead
Dead people go to the other place where flowers spin exists outside my head
They have a higher nd steady voice than this one which introduces sexual [produces contextual?] frustration
That place was a grothendieck universe that's somewhere outside the U.S. nation

If death is taken to mean the separation of two things not meant to be taken apart
Then it goes from their death to my life like it goes from life to shitty art
Hug your blunderbuss, dork. Cretin! To this life you are a thrall!
Before you fall you better stall and list all you can recall about dead people!
Shit... shit... okay, they live in the Land of the Dead, which is a secret location. Perhaps connected to the bermuda triangle...
They have special abilities like dancing real well and speaking to crows...
The average dead person is tall dark handsome nd skilled at the sensual tings...
Nd have a special lonely look in their eyes that feels like... feels like......
You Really Don't Know?!!
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.... 💀