I woke to an alarm too calm to cause coriander fiddle riffs to roam unattractive giving porn angle prances good light in chance and wine calming good wife views a good wife blues Enough tones are born lucky band rights becoming left overs too old to live well
Then remembered
Wrinkled chin faces own you double chins make the deals and palaces let you get away with everything-Democracy
A caution to your comfortable
I woke up to a shower and the nights dark it's in your court because I work nights and because there are earth quakes everywhere so it doesn't matter whether or not the sun
god bless him.
Is out or Orians' belly is
One has to die to be sainted. That is to say Wake up Now and wake up wired Wake up tones and awake in your bones the lucky dice wake up and do it for justice do it friends do it for fingers endangered by ends
do it for fancy pants and countered trance do it for left over bullets
Destined for shirts hiding hearts and livers knowing nothing of our not and now for they are new and could in time grow strong
Wake up so that the knowledge of your heart beat is no longer knowledge to you And them
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