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..
I don't know what it is. That is or isn't inside me. That gives me that empty feeling inside of me. . A voice said to put it all down. Pretend that it's all just a lie.
I Wish I had a story to tell. I Wish I knew the story of the cardboard man,. Or the Talking filmcanister, Or the Spoon that Moved. I Wish I knew the one about the wise guru.
Open the door to your heart and your mind. There are so many places to go. Open the gateway to a new time. There are so many things to know. . (These next three lines are probably spelled horribly, I just listened to pronunciation) Ishae Oluwah Kolebajahwo-Open.
Once there was nothing but nothingness. Then something happened and now there is somethingness. Now there is allness and tallness and smallness. Now there is roundness, profoundness and soundness.
There is no point to life. There is no point to death. There is no point in continuing our meetings. There is no point in not continuing our meetings.
My heart is a flower,. Budding, blooming, dripping dew,. Dropping petals all over the place,. Making a big hopeless mess,. Stinking things up,. Waiting for someone to come over and suck the pollen out of me,.
Muffy, She's an American orignal. Muffy, Is she vegtable or mineral?. Muffy, She lets it all hang out.. . Muffy, She lets it all hang out.. . Muffy, funny and freckly.
Mr. Johnson lives on the corner of our street. And he laughs at our bell-bottom trousers and our bare feet. And he calls us long-haired faggots as we walk by.
Bassinets, clarinets, proletarian chariots. Polyunsaturated cinemaplexi-glass cathedrals. Anxious daffodils falling off the window sill. But better still a sleeping pill L-tryptophan's illegal.
This ones called Martin Scorsese. . He makes the best fuckin' films. He makes the best fuckin' films. If I ever meet him. I'm gonna grab his fuckin' neck and just shake him.
Grayer than the widest overcast skies, these are Margaret's eyes. Grayer than the cigarette falling on the sofa, these are Margaret's eyes. Margaret has the grayest eyes I've ever seen.
I'm in love again, oh-oh. Been like this before, oh-oh. I'm in love again, oh-oh. This times true I'm sure, ooh-ooh. Don't wanna be hurt like no nightly wonder, ooh-oh.
Early one morning you were gone. Left it standing In that empty room. And all my life never felt so sad. When your hart start beating, beating like a drum.
Faces on the walls. Invisible faces on the walls. Faces of criminals. Faces of animals. Telling me to cut up your corpse. Telling me to paint in your blood.
Lou wanted to be noticed and understood,. but he was so quiet.. So one day he wrote the following poem:. . a four or five piece band. where three or four of the people don't play any instruments.
A narrative framework. Another break with illusion. A cognitive fallacy. Imaginary reality. These are all lies. These are all lies. Nocturnal emission.
I will slur. And heel. And hem. And haw. I will eat a monkey paw. . When you call me up and command me. To come over to your house. For sex and tea biscuits.
Back in elementary school. Fourth grade, I think it was. I had this friend, Ethan. During lunch hour. We used to go to eighth street. For pizza and jelly donuts.