Seems

When you get back in the rain from a voodoo train trip, and you ended up the same place you began, with people saying you’re the devil, and hear something thru your elven ears, upsetting about the beautuful woman you love from afar, as if youre some kind of elven knight, in love, in the rain, and you’re washing the dishes, tho, cause you’re not really, you’ve been told you’re making it all up, in fact youre just living on welfare, and still just a schizophrenic in the rain, searching for a phantasy, a dream-woman, tho you’re at home now, still dreaming the bubbles in the sink, which burst, and you go into your loungeroom with your dooli dooli in your pocket, and your sister pauses and looks at it, strangely: you know life’s not what they taught us in psychiatry

Seems

Being wet’s not such a bad thing, it replenishes the body, and to eat or be eaten’s a matter of perspective: after all being rained on’s pretty funny, if it happened to someone else like that, being quite silly, I would laugh; it’s funny