[notyourfiend]

Originally Posted by atsonicpark

Lee, because he'd write a neat spoken word piece about it.

"Still getting hit by pies out on the open highway
Like the soft breeze in Bloomington back in 1973...
The stars around you, look... the moon is free
Setting in motion, some kind of cold freeze
A ghostlike image on the idea of the pie who once hit me
There's no fate, so keep your eyes on the prize
The pies... the pies.
Just little stabs at imperfection on bakery sheets.
The crust warmed over with the cherry inside
As cars drift in and out of your mind"

this fucking rules