Treasure Island

Beating Tree

(august 16 1995)

Casting away your stepping stones


I am the after after.
I only do things after after.
I only do things for the cuase and effect.
My aim is to keep everything errect.
I am the after after.
I only do things after after......you.

Every step of the way.
I cross your rivers...Bloody.
I pass the wholes in the walls...Muddy.
Every step of the way.

I am the after after.
I only do things after after.
I only do things for the cuase and effect.
My aim is to keep everything errect.
I am the after after.
I only do things after after......you.

I don't want to brake my neck.
Chasing your foot-steps.
I am the after after.
I only do things after after...you.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 19, 2012
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