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Mom and dad can't remember if I told you. how glad I am I finally got to know you.. Years from when we met, after I left home.. Let me sing you sweet and distant fictions..
when you become a stranger again. how closed your eyes will be. narrowing me to three short feet. across a room of drunken revelry. . you're having the time of my life.
The terror of the view, the emptiness of this room, always writing against this truth in the way that a painter must have a surface to hit. The paint is flying now, breaking the silence at the speed of sound. Hitting the frequency. She's reaching back at me warm and loud. Beautiful daemons fly out. And we're fighting for our lives to fill the corners up with light. Black spell casting against them now in the way that a bullet will go until it is stopped. And all the medicine went to my head again late last night. My bed of saccharine, my bad amphetamine. I was lit from within, burning with means and ends. And the city life is like a sugar high, knocking me out.. Keeping me wired. It's incredible. Unsteady chemicals come and go, the ebb and flow. When the measure of your work is the measure of your worth, then you better make it work. There's some people I could name, but it's not the time or place to split hairs with the guys downstairs. They'll get their fare share, I'm sure. The frequency is gonna take us there. And the city kids, the angry with-it kids, hate everything the first time. It's incredible the kind of chemicals knocking around in my mind. In the winter of my night, I found a desperate kind of light, and nothing comes without a fight. You want to know where the good thoughts grow but you ought to know where all the good thoughts go. You can't afford to miss a day. Call in sick. You better stay that way. And the city life is just some other guy knocking me out, wasting my time. Upper middle class. Infomanic. You will get yours. I will get mine. So get in line, the frequency is fine..
Caught making conversation to your teeth.. Kite high in Tuesday ether.. Been gone all week.. People live for such a long time.. Eighty years to get one right..
tasting you in rain I walk down to the train. try not to look down. this day could some day be an anniversary. everything is light and sound. facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me.
When the worlds/words???? Harder work????. All the things we were fighting for just for you ???. I want to shake you and make you believe. Sooner or later.
the curtain's a sea anemone. in the way it sways. to the slow breeze. I lie spread out on the floor. looking at these things. and most of them are yours.
starry configurations am just a receiver. divine recombinations am just a recordist. receptionist - unhappy medium. receptionist - unhappy medium. excellent accommodations am just a bellboy.
there's glass in this rug. tiny splinters pass. all just missiles to bloodstream. the lead in water collects in liver. all just signals inside me. pass me the remedy get this chip out of my head.
Headlights and red eyes, a warm beer between your thighs.. Mess of pills, Hollywood hills, the red lights.. Read me my rights.. Going in a circle, getting tighter every turn..
I'm a long list with no time, sunset panic on the street.. Sugar and light bulbs,. the milk of kindness is behind us now with all those stones in your coat..
Oh hair of dread, the time is here.. Thirty-three, the sheep draw near with eyes so keen. they cannot hear all the lies that buy their ears.. Oh, horsepants, tobacco chest..
words in my head. atom splitting up the twins. rocks inside my head again. keeps me from your bed. sends me errand boy at swim. to drag my lake for scars.
sickly surrender to cola remember machines. shaky somnambulist shiver out all your screams. go to the room with the chair and wait for your life. scared that the voices i hear may never be mine.
now she's milk and she's apples. you're scotch and segregation. lips like molasses. you're smiling saccharine sidewalks. . crashing the car just to make a connection each week.
Morning new disease, charcoal in bed. Bone soaked anemic listen in horror. To the scraping of flatware and china. And saran wrap to stifle libido. . Air shaft a chasm their lives flung open.
kid i held you with these arms that felt so hard. you kept your chin up and i held my guard. made a prison bed from a life i never led. let me correct these mistakes you delight in.
How long will you wait for me to come around?. And wouldn't it be great if everything worked out?. I wouldn't come home late after hiding out.. I'd tell you everything..
what will you do to turn this around. so many behind you so many before you. ticket in one hand gun in the other. what will you do which hand will you use?.