mNo edit summary |
mNo edit summary |
||
| Line 22: | Line 22: | ||
Its time to emit a seven minute silent scream. I fucked all your banner last time, left a semen trail between the poles. As the sun rose I screamed and squeezed back into my clothes. | Its time to emit a seven minute silent scream. I fucked all your banner last time, left a semen trail between the poles. As the sun rose I screamed and squeezed back into my clothes. | ||
[[File:Starryai-0-684187167-1-0-photo 0.png|thumb|400px]] | [[File:Starryai-0-684187167-1-0-photo 0.png|thumb|400px]] | ||
A aggression impression. Future souls with bright burning egos. Poets die beside the road. Before you were born you were already sold. So I stole it [[I hide it in the ashes of my mind]]. I used to work at the tin foil hat factory but I got laid off because foreign hands can work cheaper than me. | |||
[[Category: Bibliography of Mystery X]] | |||
[[Category: The book about the book]] | |||

It's a brilliant binge, I'm dressed in tweed, get down on your knees. We gonna join the twitch colony. It's a colostomy rainbow, its the end of all that's tangible. The swiggly sermon on the mounted. The churning pony on the raft and all of that
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

An uncertain rain. gurgling spasms in soul sick sockets and all you got to do is rock it. Rock it, rock it, gouge out they're eye sockets. Hey ho vomit up meat you have not yet eaten. Convulsion shall be my epitaph. The joker and the thief are free basing roast beef in the back alley.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I see your hands are full so I come over and take my heart back, and my guitar too. So lets unpack the fun facts, spread them like coated thumb tacks. And I'm looking flashy in my three dollar merkin. I'm ready to go coat the town in cheese. The nacho barony twirls a flag in my mind. I don't mind dyeing so I'm not complying- Anti-fa merkins are burning in the wind. The world closes its eyes. Living a pork free existence has dented my fork. It's about time to get over the far future.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its time to emit a seven minute silent scream. I fucked all your banner last time, left a semen trail between the poles. As the sun rose I screamed and squeezed back into my clothes.

A aggression impression. Future souls with bright burning egos. Poets die beside the road. Before you were born you were already sold. So I stole it I hide it in the ashes of my mind. I used to work at the tin foil hat factory but I got laid off because foreign hands can work cheaper than me.