I got a million arms inside my mind Doing rubix cubes at all the same time. At the same time, now this troupe of dudes Says, “We the opposite of blind, And we’re living in the woods, And running off school loans, To just ride dirt bikes Like Kerouc meets Thoreau Cuz you know: Man, it was a piece of cake, But I can’t take it there. Pacing in my parking lot, And crying on the stairs. I am not desensitized, But seriously who cares? Cuz I’ve been thrown in psychic jail By creepers of the light Thinking about suicide To make it through The night. We got the vest with studs, and a Masters cuz We’re all brain and bone like Dr. Jones, Dr. Jones: But, we don’t wear hats we wear tire armor instead And if you wear this spikey soldier helmet On your head Then I’ll get tattooed across my knuckles ‘I WELL READ.’” Dude said that he hates the desert still hits city lights, But then I said this crazy thing that made him want to fight: “Negate negation.”