Until I twist within
A beard of troubled tickles. A dirty syringe filled bath tub. All shaking packed with lime jello during an earthquake. The mellow thick road. The bullet puddle.
The thirsty shoggoth, onions ring the sun. The disturbed buckle path. The loaded emptiness.
- Evangelic fart powder and three meth cookies
- Hot dogs without buns are coming to get everyone
- Withered beginners, rafts made of laughter. A cure for the things you'll never get sick from.
There's no future in your retro go go. The floss balcony and the bridge of cones, dine now on condensed mist scones. Phony ponies click and clack like clockwork. Follow me wherever I go. Put my casket in a basket, fill it with strawberries. We will eat them as we dissolve into the sea.
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The bleak bunny shrugs in his shroud, reveals dark mystery's cause he's thinking out loud. Surfing with the cement shoes set til my ship comes in. I'm marked for early rebirth.,.
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Golden bong above the fruited plains. The hellish cookies held by trembling hands. A vomits worth on rot gut in the alley exchanged for some sinister plans. quill pens dipped in the blood of a dying god.
Nervous times my nasty little nosy neighbors, nervous times. Unsettled times, a screaming mime all is lost in rhyme and treason. The swollen balcony pleads for more confetti. The colony weaves bow ties for those about to die. The ghost of a warm ocean floats above us and among us. Cupid draw back your arrow and fling the bow across the yard in the heavy snow. And onto the road goes millions of toads, I hope you don't have nowhere to go. Strange flags on people's lawns, I'm waiting at the stoplight wandering what is wrong. The branches of the trees weighed down heavy with wind blown discarded virus masks. Worried out times my little freak bonnet, worried out times. Now people writhe like maggots on the shopping mall floor are they dying or dancing? I can't tell anymore. Used condoms flop in the wind rolling across the church parking lot. A handgun loaded with popcorn released into the storm.