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DrewTM |
I can taste lightning-it tinges the edges of my tongue.
"Goodbye, good sir, I am going to bed"
just reveal the secret to me!
but holy huddles are comfortable
wrap yourself in cloudy blankets
"I need a woman"
my brain is leaking and cooling
scabby crust of rock, of oblivion
I don't even know that music, but my voice is begging
salient to broadcast my pride, pleading
I hear every word you say
I see every word you say
I taste every thought that squirts from your mind
touch is the language of the unconscious
"it is better to give than to recieve"
there is a silver balloon gloating over me
springing forth from proprietary psychoses
change your password, sir, or forfeit
your right to use me, my right to my left
day after day
day after day
saturday is a mousepad, rolled, in my throat
yes, my eyes have seen the glory
God is coming slowly, I am going slowly.
may wonders never cease
for your touch I would hate my life
for your touch I would fling wildly
my flesh to the vast forests of earth
the creaks of my heart caulk the cracks in my mind
down the wood of my soul weighs my body's beams
my strength never came to
my strength, oh my strength, my links to you
for I do not understand myself
my scattered self stares from all sides, and I am scared
I am a monkey in the middle
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