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to the void
we fly high on rip spin love machines stolen glance of drunken soul trailing children's comet consciousness architectures of guilt assume we owe too much and any love is love enough |
flying frozen infinite for nowhere
anchored by blood & poet bones dead dog worth nothing but meat dreams new is no more than anyone says drink your redemptive snow put down together lay with me play here |
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I am you and the sky and every plastic landfill ocean we slide down dreams kiss fantastical past moon path leading nowhere caged we sprout soar soon echoes of old abyss too true sings queen of dead men walking |
breezy sentimental my life is an ode, a hymn.. to revelry. waves abound sync in sink out of sing sounds she claims her mothers tell her, keystone women rows home in joy |
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Smoke She wandered into the town of dry tears and strung cheeses Open eyed she sought disaster relief Found a fun(d) forgiveness Worked under limelights in living rooms stared at the eyes of a girl who knew the wet moon tried not to fly as she sunk fast She understood Good Days don’t run away The charm of a smile falls fast when She enters a wary ness Present practice present plain pining After nightlong days Smiling silence don’t miss late [staticfuzzimpairsthehearttohear-} B Good, b right? |
soul appreciation committee So I listen to the wind of my heart, you jolly jester takes me where i want to go or does? if I am god for I am human and everything but do not be a hero do not get ahead of yourself if you are owning up to potential you will accept this and move on human yes, as such, as everything in creation’s divine sparkplug pattern it is big and small you are human: praise thee o human, great and tiny Yes at once yes simultaneous yes love yes Yahweh yes Jesus yes Buddha yes Atman Hari Krishna Liv Tyler yes yes yes And only in so far yes as to say that everything is (Big and small great tiny large awful bi beautiful tripretertastic st. peter's burg delirium- same same but different, all flower petal vaginas and cocksure peckings. Yes is in yes is all things. Yes ess a fress yessing yes-ing. sing song of yes) |
