Burried In A Spot By My Head

I have come from that place in back of you nearly fifteen times each time a little more puckered and damaged than the last truly terrible things done right there and the need for mind less violence, the violence for some thing good to hate whereas, transferring any negative feelings into that half of the ticket in your hand you can buy yourselves out of any pagan act of right and or wrong on any given day milk squirting from some hidden place that you think you can go to partake of this that and some thing else you can't name by the smell but you would add to that which taste good in the woods up a tree frankly you pass out and it rushes up past the clouds just to shake each bush free of it's leaves watching them fall to the ground in that one special spot on bent knee nothing can change what you did on that day of many days inbetween first to the last I recall some thing else I forgot it is walking into a canyon on the day side of moon inside the slick wall there where I fell up into there that one special spot.