"goodbye to the pavement"

Piecing together a small fortune of clown diamonds far from the cave and close inside the collective minds blah-blahing their lives away up and down the boulevard has created a pacific high dive from whence my little ol' self watches the world. Possibly watch the world, is more accurate for the words here. Possibly is totally inaccurate when bikini replaces world. Flesh and fabric and green grass and small dreams make up my little world. Running through the bikini streets at dawn, I totally ignored the minds of my generation (and their philosophy of nothingness), to skip blissfully into the sweet arms of nature and love.