Stories told of elastic snapping,
True life, though, nearly lost an eye
Without any help from White Snake
Or the dude’s wife in Rectify.
Demons exorcised from donkey butt days
Where one man’s old reality
Became another man’s prophecy
Without any need of cuddling.
It’s funny what happens
When the fog passes over Wiiliamsburg,
Something changes the past for this present
It’s less kaliedescope and more elixir now
