Time is today. Request for a quart of blood. of the essence. Each piece requires a hammer. I'm needing it. An ongoing search for. Mystical merchandise.
"Make It" comes alive. In my private glass tent, oh yeah. A portable mortuary. Going. Going. But not yet gone. . 'Cause when it does. It does, and then.
sweet blood of Jesus: it's sweet. a mosquito could and probably. would get the sugar blues from. biting into the fucker. but I'm immune. . 8 o'clock, 7 o'clock, 6 o'clock.
How's your life and cycles?. Compared to your next rival?. A '69 revival?. A '005 survival?. . Then disregard unthinkable. And be like the unsinkable Fats Domino.
(R. Pollard). . I resign myself to the resource. That is unless I can't go out. Should I concede?. Sell yourself to the man. Feel my good hand. And she flees pell-mell.
(R. Pollard). . sleephouse - not a sound - the world outside large sky-. losing ground - no words inside. lost hope brings not the tired eyes. one mistake - two mistake.
Imagine the emotional lift. Every pressing engagement canceled. And suddenly it's real. I'm going to write it down so I'll remember it. And then pound it out and let it ring.
Though obviously not enchanted. By the people themselves. I so enjoy painting. They are of course outrageously cartoonish. In all aspects because. They are exaggerated dirt.
Now when Jesus spoke to the Apostles. The uneasy crowd was quiet yet loud. And in the mood for betrayals. Most wore basic black. And even the unholy could smell a rat.
We're gonna drive you ??? through Canada. I'm not supposed to tell you. Up to the top girl, I'm focused in my development. I'm not supposed to tell you.
Enter he with paperweight. A kinky old man named Jane-Be-Late. He said, "Son, don't drag me,. Drag me down,. Down to the ground.". . Now when he works he blazes trails.
poor lame. bo-. zos. I feel. so-o-o. sad. for all. the. Sams,. Stans, Dans, Dukes,. dudes, duds, Buds,. Bobs, Robs, Randys,. Mandys, Maggies, mar-. rieds, Marys, Garys,.
In the days of Cain. With treachery abounding. Up from the ashes came quite astounding. Singing razorblade. A golden fork at dawn. I will try to explain.
Lingering heels. Clumsy with guilt. Shaking through crypts. Finding the feel. Of the room taking shape. . Loveless chairs. Burned out lamps. Faking the pace.
? Callus his heel? and long ago. A chance for you to? soul train low?. ? The poets of ears the fleshy goat?. ? Can lurch souls within the snow a steel coat?.
games in the playhouse. no union is small. inside a thick house. to hide from it all. . but out in the sizes. where soon it may be. greater alive. The Quickers arrive.
Oh. We close our eyes. The perfect life. Is all we need. . You open up when you had me in your hands. Slipping far away with the world at your command.
Change has got to come and I'll be the first to admit it. When pushin' comes to shovin' I'll be the first one to get it. . Don't you understand anything?.
I am an architect. With only one regret. You'll be the only one. Who hasn't cut me yet. You seem like you deserve much more. Than I seem to be cut out for.
Crystal Prep students are super athletic, super smart, and super motivated.. But there's one thing they aren't.. They aren't Wondercolts.. . We've fough magic more than once.