I do my best to sleep through the The classicists, the posturing I bought a macaw, named him Jules Verne He'll probably me, he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I him new words
I saw a at the theme park She looked as as me through the white fog Then she down to her ankles Turned into a million candle If I where she went, I would follow
through the land of tomorrow Martian trinkets, plastic In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of Cherry-Cola on the bench, by the roller coaster
Dreamt I was riding on a Lion of painted on the side
I'm doing fine, I'm back in the Life's a wash, a pastoral play China and cold ivory towers I and I toast to the Caesars Forcing down the of Decembers
Madeline, she in a slow bang All through the house, the strong of burnt sage Let's it clean and run out the spirits I know a diving bell I hear it We're down, now, under the surface
Light to dark, can in an instant Feeling but keeping my distance On all fours, she's just so Fills my mouth with jump and slit wrists Bust through the firewall into
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