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See When you have the face of a man spread thin over 3 half finished records Its likely The hand doctors will knock & or ring With a child's map of your
Your blood owns no bones, with mailmen in your home holding a kinfe to your poems. To hollow all you've sown and holler goner you'rou owned... and supposing
There will be no ape with a fire for a face singing a word like fate while banging a fork on a plate. No gates, no stakes, no planes that are fake. Just
?two white horses in a line? carry me to my burial ground Should be changed to: Some need diamonds. Some need talk and fireworks. Some need cars.
Now this is how you design a flying horse
Where do you come from when you do not love yourself There you are then At the beginning and the end of a relationship You've asked nicely for your
i heart l.a. i've got what letters one would need to spell winter safe in the belly of a white paperpinch i hurried folding this is exactly the sort
Your son's band still isn't on the radio. Your perfectly good money was wasted on his com-degree: He'll still refuse a blue collar like yours cause he
While the wealthy will forever roll weighted dice so well and white within new wonderland. The poor will just arrive by crutch quite cancel-eyed and
My bathroom remains the only place I'm ever naked Smashing soap into my hands each morning The shower throat all belching there behind me bloated with
Another missing number in the jungle. turned up with nothing but a loin cloth to protect your tender penis from what's danger & the wildlife. Your
So much for beating your indoor chest stood predator star, never picked only placed before doors. Do you not now know what you poet... holding your
After all... No one has to hatch these days.... since eating ones own shell is so depressing scowering your liquid rhine for those first few vitamins
So dive and lumen never seen before? To pray my days and blue your eyes? I run to wipe the blue away. I don?t want to see you techni-nothing-colored
Things are in black and white You are the sole member of tonight's studio audience, splayn before you is the made for t.v. 2-d back drop of some classic
She?s miss?. Loves dirt for diamonds Gargles spiders Stops time then steels lipstick Tonight she?ll light one hundred cannons off one cigarette She?s
