draw . . . listen . . .

"Four mourning doves searching in the park
Saying don't be confused when the night is dark
Eleven white swans swimming in a black lake
Told me keep it real and you'll find who's fake . . .

. . . A bunch of ideas like fireflies

An eighteen-year-old girl with stars in her eyes

We saw the gentile trickster on the highway tonight

Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open wide. "

- "Numbers" - G. Love and Special Sauce