Everybody's going through changes. Everybody's got a bag of his own. Everybody's talking about places. That can only be found in the greater unknown. People are dying.
No current is waned. Where it wants to go. Some are only happy. In the throes of bitter arguments. . Ready and packed. To ride there by train ride. By plane ride.
It was not a concentration camp. Annihilation. A million dead here. (Annihilation). And still we believe. As ghost presence. . How does it show a dream.
Up the drain pipe. Rapid he did sprout. [Grey templates on us] he had to inflict. TV documentary that it produced. . When he whistled in the street. The men would turn around in fear.
[], I drove a big truck. Shot the pinball machine, but it brought me bad luck.. If oceans was whiskey and I was a duck. I'd dive into in and never come up..
Pay your rates. Pay your own rates. Pay your rates. Pay your own rates. If your rates too high. Sign this letter. If your rates too high. Put your life on this bit of paper.
In Pearl City. Pearl City. No-one knows, no-one cares. about your world of stocks and shares. . I don't need no riding crop. I don't need no roundabout stop.
He moves slow at the petrol stop. It's Pat the trip dispenser. He came with solvent in his hair. The trip dispenser. . Spine-fuhrer of Hoboken. It's Pat the trip dispenser.
Paranoid man in mid thirties at the height of paranoia. At the zenith of his powers. By bed, replica shooter, zenith dissolving. By his bed replica shooter.
Serial killers were always a bore in my book. Along with retired in winnebagos. Coming up behind ya. At the next kerb. Eye reflections in the rear view mirror.
Hosannah. First impressions.... Hosannah. Papal did visit, human trash. Waste. Prostrate, yellow-white umbrellas. Roam around. Universal love..for them...for the.....
Paranoid man in mid thirties at the height of paranoia. At the zenith of his powers. By bed, replica shooter, zenith dissolving. By his bed replica shooter.
We go two, twice all the way round those things. Two high ones, two low ones, yeah. Right man. . Man stopped us at corner. He had a bloody nose. And then he opened his denim jacket.
The warming sun returns again. And melts away the snow. The sea is freed from icy chains. Winter is letting go. . Standing on the ocean side. We can hear the waves.
Tucked in the woods. Near North Chicago. Early November. Commences our saga. Two loved in silence. For fear of corruption. Then fate chimed in. With an evil grin and a mighty interruption.
A clue from knowledge, ward off the casualties. The mindless banter of all the derogatory. It's the best thing that could happen even with all the dread.
Diggin' for answers you fall in a hole. Lessons of nonsense shall cast the first stone. Pontifical preachings past now quick to forget 'em. I'm depending on no one I distrust and oppose.
You can't see you're opaque from the light. Looking at the bright can be negative. Road turns only right and runs narrow. You're detoured out of sight.
Shake the slab of flesh taunting for a fetch. Time to ring the chime. Wet the appetite, teeth are grinding tight. Reinforcing life. Drooling down the sides.
Getting A Grip On The Speeding Insecurities. . Surviving Throughout The Chaotic Instability. Linking Yourself To The One Singular Authority. . The Frequency For Aggression.