at times the erratic is giving kiss lips as close as tulips
toast as you slips
boasting it down as do eclipse
solo chains giving it like the kin
as sins does it
saturday ghost pants live is does salve it
to caustic casualty
the time is like
grievance
like eva very think it
cary cary core it que it
to its continence like eating the fatted calf instead of offering it to the savior
who is the only one who deserves it right
and its both without the pay out its not needed and release ones self from the
smoke and teethe and skin and guilt and sight of death
give life its second chance because the art and self have been chafed chased and schemed too a death much worse then death its self
that is to say doubt
a doubt in self with plots of penguined peter prances deciding this it where we are and where we will stay because its black and white
and i wish i still smoked cigarettes
the strength is there and the indifference is pointed in the correct direction
missing nothing of course
the way in witch it goes such is p0litics
the sounds of Olive and Alm is bottles and bottles
make up the monster piece separate the candies dose and dose and dose and dose and
wake up but really make
sure
its wake up you want
its wake up you want
not post or color or lamp or threads even tho they keep you warm
it was the many after all that got us here
and i only have campari to drink now
but have drank and forgotten what frank o'hara said
when writing about your future
or get naked or blink or run the jewels
it might be up to you for now
toast as you slips
boasting it down as do eclipse
solo chains giving it like the kin
as sins does it
saturday ghost pants live is does salve it
to caustic casualty
the time is like
grievance
like eva very think it
cary cary core it que it
to its continence like eating the fatted calf instead of offering it to the savior
who is the only one who deserves it right
and its both without the pay out its not needed and release ones self from the
smoke and teethe and skin and guilt and sight of death
give life its second chance because the art and self have been chafed chased and schemed too a death much worse then death its self
that is to say doubt
a doubt in self with plots of penguined peter prances deciding this it where we are and where we will stay because its black and white
and i wish i still smoked cigarettes
the strength is there and the indifference is pointed in the correct direction
missing nothing of course
the way in witch it goes such is p0litics
the sounds of Olive and Alm is bottles and bottles
make up the monster piece separate the candies dose and dose and dose and dose and
wake up but really make
sure
its wake up you want
its wake up you want
not post or color or lamp or threads even tho they keep you warm
it was the many after all that got us here
and i only have campari to drink now
but have drank and forgotten what frank o'hara said
when writing about your future
or get naked or blink or run the jewels
it might be up to you for now
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