What you already know. Should be more than enough. To cut this two-bit show. Down with the dust. . Target wires and the seams. Induce a rush of disbelieving.
A little voice that's not quite your own. Count backwards from ten. Yellow. jelly shot hard in vein. I want to talk to you again. "This is Jennings, your.
real time, is this real time. or am i just top standby. watching ceiling lines. studying blank signs. downtime, is this downtime. but we're fixing nothing.
Caught the twelve thirty from ashmont station. 32 ounces with the rum mixed in. God knows I need it with the way I've been living. Self medicated, chemical salvation.
in precious little circles thoughts run races. dead in the water, black and still. drowning in downsize none finish first. no stars get us out of this hold.
Feel the force beneath the Earth. We were separated at birth. Now there's one more thing to be done. We don't need to be on the run. . We don't need to be on the run.
Would that you could touch this angel in a clutch of snakes.. Oh pretty, pretty, I'm aflame.. So excited, so unslept.. Somewhat littered, so unswept..
I'm behind you. You can't see me. I watch you. When you are near me. You say words. The sound is missing. I just look and watch and listen. . Sound on sound.
Good morning, I know it's early. But I had to call just to the tell you to ignore. that message that I left on your machine last night. What I meant to say was that.
Connect the cable.. Have sex a lot.. A hostile climate clouds and sickens you.. Two room condo, treeless cul-de-sac.. A nun's dark habit.. All arm, no follow through..
To waste and choose or raise the dead. With pain behind go straight ahead. Room full of people grouping as one. I can't break out now, the time just won't come.
Rippin' and Shippin'. Down to L.A.. Takin' and breakin'. Whatever I say. Making a fool of yourself. To reach the shelf. Freedom, of eternity. Robbin' this whole damn city.
i've got this syllable sickness. called the six-second blues. no doubt quixotic talk has been subsumed. send down one last time. that last send down didn't cut it.
Did you ever wish you could be king?. and hoping it will all come true.. Holding heaven in your hands. Turn the world on its ear make it ring.. Rub sticks in dirt and dust.
Closing time is closing in. Last call, the bar is 'gesloten'. Don't have to go on but you can't stay here. Stumble down the stairs into the streets again.
there is an arsenal,. and it is possible. to dim the lights some more. and hide it from our eyes.. there is a path to blaze,. that curves both right and left..
Man on his lawn, staring inside his house.. And it looks so strange, he doesn't know anyone.. Familiar faces, still none to recognize.. The walk around, in the glass house he fell through..
7: 30 on a summer's night. out in the city cruising on my bike. I've been sitting in the park all day. drinking cheap wine, getting high. watching time just drift away.
It gets loneliest at night. Down at the liquor store. Beneath the neon sky. Our moonlight. . Six a.m. the floor comes alive with lice. The pan's dried up so tight.
Hey angel, consider your position. Afraid to be consumed. Savory. Savory, your sympathy. . Hey angel, fly over and bless me. See you feign surprise. And I'm all eyes.