 Nico.
The sunset rises in your eyes,
Cent, can i stay there till the end of
time?
Melting away in the horizon line.
Finding the... |
 So I'm at a Cafe, and I have the biggest urge to play with myself, and there's no reason why, and I cannot bring myself to think of one for the tim... |
 Misconception of time,
blinding the starving artist
until he loses his mind.
The leaves quiver on a naked branch
like a shotgun erupts an ava... |
 I wanted to write you a letter, but this will be the closest I'll come to writing you a letter. I'm the wondering gnome of Vancouver, and like a wo... |
 Cast away conformity, blank notes for eyes, purple decay, button fish, toad stool, left over breakfast, spitting game, eraser ashes, lifeless abstr... |
 When I’ve forgotten tomorrow.
The breeze is knocking on my door
I told it to go back to the shore
I heard it saying that you’ve gone
To w... |
Sex,
tits,
I'm getting younger in this blitz.
Selling my underwear
on the end of a stick outside my window
beckoning old and young fellows,... |
rocks and rocks and rocks
of sand
suntanning
on the rocky land
I lay
legs spread
willing
not spilling
but filling
my heart up
with sand... |
 THESE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE PARANAS SWIM AROUND ME
WAITING...
TO EAT MY FEELINGS.
It doesn't intrigue me at all
the dawf heads seem to keep... |
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So I'm at a Cafe, and I have the biggest urge to play with myself, and there's no reason why, and I cannot bring myself to think of one for the tim... |
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Sipping on christmas love
in a broken mug
I found it in the snow
with nowhere else to go
i thought i'd bring it home
and call it my own. |
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rocks and rocks and rocks
of sand
suntanning
on the rocky land
I lay
legs spread
willing
not spilling
but filling
my heart up
with sand... |
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THESE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE PARANAS SWIM AROUND ME
WAITING...
TO EAT MY FEELINGS.
It doesn't intrigue me at all
the dawf heads seem to keep... |
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oooh yeah
that revolution
that generation
your generation, anyway. |
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Burnt out landscapes seeking the truth in the modern escape -
with fountains leaking mysterious habbits.
The legend has been put back in space... |
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Taken aback
along the fast track
take me for the ride
I missed it centuries ago
along the flow of dusks
works of wonders
flaying around me no... |
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we have those eggs,
it was practical
left early
it was practical.
Charlie,
you want this? |
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well fuck you, and fuck you
and i control this thing and that digital devined auto funtion record turntable constant tone amplipher...
speeed... |
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It seems to me hat everything i see is graphic
Robin, she is an artist
wihtought a muse
who shall be her muse?
art is the equivilant of l... |