Usually when night is dark, sleepy heads fall adrift to lands they’ve not seen before. Dreams are being delivered high and low, beneath the sun and above the snow, to starry nights where bodies slow. Be there visions wrought with fear, the willows hoop will catch them before they near.
Chillin by myself at home .
then i hear some strange ass noise,
but you know, i figure it ain’t nothin
but then i hear that shxt again
so then i get up like this
and then i realize im just hallucinating so,
im good, im good, back to chlln.




















