Smile or Fight Me

I sit and talk to passers by about the blocks ahead of them. Or I shut myself in up in leaning on the pool table understand the lack of satisfaction. Priceless prices I won't sell anything for it. I couldn't let my time go to money. I couldn't wear your logo forever in advanced.
(Kind of tell a story but just be drifty. Explanation is what it is.)

You told me while you bought me water that I ought to invent my own language and pass it down.

You saw me and you have a lovely voice.

Late is blurred by rejection. By vocalization taking a backseat and shutting up in a world of projected opinions and interests. How many artists are now? It's a desert with no water. Too many lizards wandering, feeling like they should be there. Being born in the underground water. Taken there and having a good time.

I couldn't help but see why my brother told me a zen garden is nothing. I should not inflict.

Conversation is only personal stories and opinions, or agreement. There is no other way to communicate without using other organs.