make me a cabin in the mountains

where devils to ourselves speak capacity to lsd and not the bottom of it/ you hitched-hiked into town today, build me a cabin the woods, birchbark, i think, but oak would be more solid whose purpose is to keep the bears away, having learned my lesson, winter is the last cup on the table/ mescaline enchants my troubled performances, our talents to not look too insane, bear bait, anyways, it was raining black cats and that bear was big as broad daylight/