Lucky are the leaves of the clover. She's digging for chemistry with the butcher's tools. Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. This maybe his tricks and his trade and a job well done.
into the middle we go. . i smell a rat and just in case. i set up traps and you're the bait. surprise. if curiosity kills cats. we better teach the cat to fight back.
Come with the raising,. Of you.. Two years ago in the woods,. Saw a branch,. Fall in the brook.. . I'll lead you, i'll lead you,. To your throne.. . But it's up to my knees now,.
(Give us) a surprise. That tears down our notions of life. A new thing we pray for. To break up forseeable life. That's it! We are out for more. In this state we've spent years.
At the rate i'm goin. Little hands will be all that hold me back and. The minute men they stand and watch. Well fuck them through. Don't lose touch. Better keep those shoes.
The sideways man walks on his hands,. Can't keep from dragging his feet and when he tries,. I try,. . They twist his arms to get a head start,. Tycoons love hitting the jackpot,.
They hang on me. With endless sighs. A fool! That touches lost disguise. They'll hang kayreyth. They misbehave. A man is subject the things that her dares.
Nothing's at ease. They will live a life that is. But a farce now. Exhausted they are tired. To reach a safer place. They will seek for this garden's gate.
Taste that silence and starve. Heartache, taste heartache. And paly the game of. Bite - release - bite. O! Surprise! Injured!. Torrents and torments. Blade of hate, blade of love.
A wound - not sore - beyond cure remains. Still and silent - painless days. Paltriness - Indifference. Life does remain quite lukewarm. Ecstasies all burn out.
Terror. Shriver. Stop those trivial phrases. Terror. Shriver. Stop anxiety's phrases. Terror. Shriver. Stop your trivial fear of dark. Deny the nights.
A vast amount of hatred. For humans unprotected. For victims unprotected. Starts a war. Toys - they are trapped in a game. Which none of them survives.
It floats a bewildered child. They boast of having abused a mere child. With their fishy machines. They did it. They did it with force. They did it with cold contempt.
See them kneel see them bow. At her throne. They're living in bondage now. They'll be released no more. Whiped-out identities empty faces. Beauty beyond endurance.
The ultimate error: war. The total error: war. All empires' rhythm: war. Poor human wretch. He is a tiny slimy worm. Why do we need a rosy old. Statesman's smile.
Say hello to the rug's topography. It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it. Say hello to the shrinking in your head. You can't see it but you know it's there, so don't neglect it.
Two bright eyes and one red mouth. And two long legs and one icon. They can't think and they can't act. They wear straps, two long legs. . Submission, submission, submission.
I've been freezing my time. I've been slowing my breath. I've been saving my soul. I want you to freeze too. . Are you haunting me again?. Are you thawing out my head?.
Woke in my warm bed. Just in time for all the brilliant red lights. They were streaming through my half shuttered windows. Christmas lights in time with my stuttered brain waves.
They won't ever find out just where I hid them. One-hundred stones that sparkle in darkness. They caught me downtown changing the bus lines. An easy target midday no disguise.