Identity in Question Marks Eating McDonalds made me feel raunchy Love to Hate the food that kills me You’ve got to own a real poncho to be a real hippy That was a long time ago before I sold identity Now I’m sitting on my Gucci couch and watching a big-screen Enthralled by talking pigs trying to figure out what this all means Random glimpses of past instances where it all made sense for minutes Grasping at a rope of sand trying to move beyond my limits Pockets of infinity give me a sense of consciousness I want to get back to that place of wantlessness. ~ Composed by Allan Drabble and Mo Ben-shir Back to Banshee's Quill Home