the tissuies of wishes

i have lazy hopes that fingers of steel will continue to play and make forms, forever all i wanna do, yeah that´s all, i do not want to pay bills or speak to people about my phonebill or tell people what they should buy to make happiness
might get married to some kinda sponsor an old professor who believes in my head cause it´s so full of secrets and sometimes get so so empty it can take in more of the other worlds for a greater understanding or for the making of rubbish torouettes tickling words on my tongue
like south park episode when cartman discovers the wonders of speaking freely to let your tongue spit out the words the brain hovers over like some kinda hackney gettobird to watch over the mess and make sure it wont slip out....
but the brilliance of the body working and making, slipping fingers making tunes carving shapes is like an inital fingery tourettes, an outlet,but with time to ponder, it springs from outlet to project, which leaves an ohhhh-feeling, re-life re-live re-think
the body tissuie makes incrediable wishes for to do only so..