A lost mind is never wasted..

Bill Hole scratched his armpit and wondered

Who will be my lover down underground

She reached through the blue screen

Truimph was pumping on the radio

Takes time to peace the place up

Cold caves can be escaped with vision soup

Your hair was like a wild thing a dream

A green field stretched forever

Try my land of cushions 

I am a bird brain beautiful

Yes to you 

I have some golden apples

Ten Timex

Yes!