Nov 30, 2001 23:57
time to disappear
mind suffers a donkey punch
straight from my own heart
his brutality
is her private addiction
i could kill a man
floppy fish thrown back
with rusty hook still attached
he's reeling her in
merry christmas tom
i got you some more hurting
i hope you like it!!
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if we see this fool around
we can both kill him.
i got way caught up
inside nets made from mohair
that fell from the moon
knitted to sweaters.
i serenade the love there
but am left drowning
without air; i'm numb.
so where have my fingerz been?
perhaps you should smell.
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peebpeebeepeeppeebpeebeepeeppeebpeebeepeep.....
we just found it out:
in the pasture, fog and death
beat the sea lion.
inside this new death
we sent animals to space
to search for new love
we, before the fall,
polished our bodies with sweat
humming from friction
c.lint
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smother with margarine love
all the long night long
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