I read it on a bumper sticker just before the crash ( Read more... )

He went on proving God in dialectic rifts ( Read more... )

Had a conversation with the faith I lost
Wanted to know how I've been carrying on
We were eating apples, we were singing songs
Had to stop for a moment when he got the words wrong
And I said, “the sun came up this morning
The dew fell off the leaves
The madness in my brain
Reminds me I'm a machine
But no, not you, you're a specter
The ghost inside of this
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Down Cadillac

There's a homeless man

Pulling out his teeth

Under the overpass

With the jazz rats

And the lady of the streets

He's got fifty secrets of the universe

One on the back of each car

And as they're rolling over her

You can read them if you stay in park

Down Jefferson

They're on a pilgrimage

Heading to the factory

Past the Pointe mansions

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In trying to get out of my head
I went further in
We see it all so lopsided
The truth of the matter
As a matter of fact is

I shake myself until I'm free to go
Never get that close
I guess I'm getting closed

Life's not free, it's broke
With the wrong paper to start
Beat inside the machinery
Of the heart

The canvas is the tear duct
The sad fish

Fly straight home. In the sparrows eyes you must be ( Read more... )

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It comes kind of heavy or the dawn of man, ariseth desire in the cold beds of inorganic molecules, the biting of fingernails, nervous reactions, gabba receptors, the cut of time in nonlinear, nonlocal, nonsensical ways. The concubine of intuition who bent on her knees and between gasps of exasperation and exaltation knew the secrets of the ( Read more... )

Highly intuitive creatures, knowers of things, approachers of moments in infancy ( Read more... )

How are you afraid to be a white, middle-class, heterosexual man ( Read more... )