No man of cloth. -gonna go through my wallet. No mercenary. -gonna make CIA. . ...mash. ...food-on the few remaining molars. ...hear. ...flies-steaks are cooking, come inside.
Your construction. Smells of corruption. I manipulate to recreate. This air to ground saga. Gotta launder my karma. . I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans.
Passed down, tuned in, turned on, face down.. Loose screws swallowed sometimes stick out.. Stomach acid exceeding blood,. Victory factory all tapped-out..
Stop talking politics. Rephrase, Rephrase. Hibernating phantom friend. Witness, Witness. . There's a hotbed of isms around here. . All hail the chopper,.
Belching into the atmosphere, new erections still the same as those filthy fucking old ones.. Now its known there is no heaven on this shore or. any other damn shore for that matter..
Seemed like the right thing to do at the time. but Dr. quackenfish is in the driver's seat now.. . Aesthetically pleased to the point of ambivalence..
Now you can manhandle the maladriot missile.. Now you can fabricate the fabulous flight forte.. Delcepts, titiods, altiques and other muscle groups that don't exist..
Sluggish synapsis mocking cro-magnon's first impressions,. Also gently leaning towards the nearest black hole. . And even time reversal symmetry. Is baffled by the smirkless face of history.
How should I go on, without you to guide me?. I don't think I should. I don't think I should. . How should I go on, without you to help me?. I don't think I should.
Avoid the hooplah - the lock groove is set.. Avoid the hooplah - so place all your bets.. Wounded insects eating their pets,. Dumb down tall sects must cleat all debts..
Will all John Henkley's please report to the corporate barbeque.. Let's pile this trash much higher so that we might just reach the heavens.. Leaving cock-suckers behind.
Care - I know you want to care. Love - I know you really love. That someone is waiting: the girl with the fairytale dream. . Touch - I know you gently touch.
Want to stay young?. Well abort now.. Otherwise you'regoing to make. a great dead cop.. Bet you think you are going to change color. standing there on all four feet.
Where are the flowers?. Where are the bees?. Where is the blossom that grows on the trees?. Fruits of the summer ain't as ripe as they ought to be. The grass in the park just ain't as green.
There's a storm right between us. I find it hard to realize we're going wrong. There's a storm it's going to hit us. Looking calm and brave I'll deal with it on my own.