I feel like speed. I feel like liquid. I give into you. I melt into you. I felt like nothing. I've said and done. I fall into you. I fall into you. . Related.
Into a vein exhibit the derelict. A secular mosaic distracted at birth. A cubist abstraction let it live forever. Narcissism so lonely so live by the sea.
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did. Your beautiful triangle of distortion. Now you seem to forget it so much. Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did.
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did. Your beautiful triangle of distortion. Now you seem to forget it so much. Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did.
Imperial bodybags, coming home in dribs and drabs. Life is numbers, with doggy tags. Filled with holes and coming back. So come on up the sky?. Can't make out this line very well.
Next Thursday you're invited to watch Rising Tide's live coverage. of a gala tribute. in salute to Ronald Reagan.. Host Haley Barbour joins special guest lady Margaret Thatcher.
Petrified for the millionth time. Slowly my soul evaporates. No parachutes no dismal clouds. Just this fucking space. . I know what's coming. I'm not working.
I am just a patsy. The Oswald in Lee Harvey. Made of my own misery. The footprints of history. . I am just a patsy. I sell vague conspiracy. I'm slow and I'm easy.
I live to fall asleep. It's when I stop the hate. I never want to dream. It infiltrates beauty. . I live to fall asleep. Regenerate and sin. Skin so tense gives in.