- a sphere to determine my fate. second twelve to triple up, sit and wait. all. you can eat $13.95 the, lounge act, is really good tonight. Look into
forms a marriage between concept and form You might be beautiful lets find out- Suck it down suck it up a throat swallowing thousands to sing you to
plasticwear the orchestra isn't craving our attention it sparks the active chords and the stage is set ablaze the conductor lights a cigarette we look
when does this start? when does this end? someone is there, whose never a friend. how do you do? how do i do? how should i ask, "where are my shoes?"
what it's worth drizzle that nipple run till some sense leaks out Class you won't succeed in life you boys will grow to rape and you girls will grow
from these bloody hills... comes unmixed oil and water... concentrated by abstract particles... distilled through cross pollenation.
see or be seen you are disposable I find you folded into a fetal position at the corner of Cummunipaw and JFK lift you up towards the pole hold
dragged to the burial where witches flew overhead roses drip black, and children weap in awe at their mother's side and tissues break... shows your
the devil while you make your deal with jesus so let me milk your prostate with the unborn meat fingers - Horrible your eyes implode with lucider's hammer so you
[audio clip] i took her to an empty house in westchester i had already picked up. when we got there i told her to wait outside, pick wild flowers. i went
pitying, misfit, experience, coincidence, quality menstruating. it makes more sense to speak nonsense What is it like to scatter organs all over a deeply pasteurized land Just like
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dream... ten crowns drop. parchment paper crumbles, when the curtain falls. shade this tribulation in pastels... silk feelings hurt... the river holds the color you
sight, flawless face dragged i giggled, kissing my fingers... type C and saliva bubbling kissing my fingers... find an easier way dying, before you
[SOFT EXHALE] Ahhh little pretty one, pretty one. When you gonna give me some time, SHARONA!? Ooh you make my motor run, motor run. Gun it comin'
sure to return the favor. you hurt me horribly, i turned back, you killed me. i haven't for much, but i'll ask you this... why would you destroy your
dispelled, crippling, faulty, holyland. i am your martyr, your stigmata... the tears turn to blood, beneath my eyes. my body listens... as you whisper
get you beaverkill welcomes you its exti 122 thers is no turn on red construction lies ahead its those tailgaotrs thatll get you its green red and yellow
