by Stefon Napier04 Aug 2013
You live a paraphrased life like one cajoling though an empty circus lot on a tricycle with an aged teddy bear riding shotgun in the basket.
Guitar in one corner of the room.
You rape it once in a while and it screams as you fiddle with it's wooden throat.
Somewhere there is a sea and a sky that tremors slightly.
Of course there are people there too.