i hear surf is high in the morning

for that comp  
 
it's all  
crest and fall  
breakers and tides  
wax and wane  
winking at the clouds  
with every lunar cycle  
we all try to touch different gods  
but the relationship is always long distance  
empty bottles of booze and pills  
while cd's and love letters haven't even been opened yet  
swollen eyes  
professor julius is talkin atp  
i ran the cable from the modem  
right into my temple  
isp lobotomy  
dsm 7 wants me to wear more sweaters  
it's all a process  
so cyclic
the only thing i know
is i don't know shit  
the error in weigh  
cinder block necklaces  
long distance swims  
attempting to break the great
blood brain barrier reef  
while it all comes crashing