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Blasphemous blastings born
late and around the room
all cats go to heaven so
chilly, my dear, my dead loveless mistress mocking me
kwickly kutting kute tendons sliced like sharp karp
is underneath my ribcage
So you wanna be a rock star dear boy
Buffoons to the balloons
Lessez faire to
an economy of pain and aint
cheatin' hearts shot these days I
knew I heard somewhere they shoot dead horses nowadays
All I know is what I'm told and THC
never got no soul
Death floating above me whooshing through extended open fingers
Redux got me high
Ergo my eggo
Don't give up the basket
I'll drive it to the line
Sure I will put the apple in your eye
red sourpuss in your throat and turn on
eke out and tune
a Mexican sitcom though the fillings in my teeth
Never more you said
Damn you're good
Where do my fantasies fly
held in check with lead weights
Ignorey mine eyes which hath seen the gory of
termside fanatics and sidewalk peddlers with no bones
ergging and awhing their
isonomic cardboard signs sliced through my throat like glass
Sandwich boards razor sharp
who cut me
Heehaw the ringside seats and
I will tell you a story
that will be my baby screaming and shitting and
egging its way inside straight to your bones
agog anonymous awash away
never to come back to my white-washed bones
Damn I'm cold and
deadhead dye in
eye, blood on my sheets,
answer me, behave, good little girl
death's for your plucking if you weren't so cheap
Is that what it really is I ask
silently to no one
Death came for me tonight but still I walk
Esta bien, me gusto
All sucked in
Dots swimming in mine eyes