I do my to sleep through the caterwaul The classicists, the posturing I bought a green macaw, named him Jules He'll probably outlive me, he's a bright Keeps me company, I him new words
I saw a hologram at the theme She looked as real as me through the fog Then she melted to her ankles Turned a million watt candle If I knew she went, I would follow
through the land of tomorrow Martian trinkets, Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the roller
I was riding on a motorbike Lion of painted on the side
I'm doing fine, I'm back in the a wash, a pastoral school play China shops and cold towers I and I toast to the Caesars Forcing down the dregs of
Madeline, she spins in a slow All through the house, the strong smell of burnt Let's it clean and run out the spirits I know a diving bell when I it We're down, now, under the surface
Light to dark, can in an instant Feeling close but my distance On all fours, just so insistent Fills my mouth with ropes and slit wrists through the firewall into heaven
And then I'm standing in that blinding Crooked crosses falling the sky
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