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what?|verbs|gees
seeing
is believing nothing|clarity|mexican
jumping beans
what if?|flame|love
to kill kill to love |cynical
non
make
sense
that
make
non
sense
sensing
seeing
is
believing
read
me
read
sense
non
that
make
you
on
hold
you
to.
verbs
see me
fuck me
flee me
bleed me
yank me
spank me
grab me
grope me
do me
blew me
jack me
mary me
matt
gees
golden guilded gumdrop trees
swaying in the breeze
laughing limping coughing bees
groping in the leaves
murmuring mountains making
babies
gees
seeing is believing nothing
sticky
sobbing
bounce
loquacious
eyeballs
speak
beneath
dusty eyebrows
looking for foregiveness.
seeing in your dreams,
lucidity
seeing what you seem,
wanting to scream
connecting
emotion sickness
seeing is believing nothing.
clarity
>What day is it?
>
"Seventh of November"
>Im outta the rut!
>
"Wake me up in an hour"
>Gimme a pen
>
Can you see?
>Egotistic dee'vine revelations
>that instant moment of clarity
>when the pen is hot
>
Can you see?
>past the drugs
>mushroom peanut butter power
>
Can you hear?
>me.
>whiny bullshit again
>
"Look to me for a friend"
>pleased to be
>so comfort me!
>
>
"Tell me who you wanna be,
>
I'll tell you how it ends"
mexican jumping beans
i cant bear the screams
of the mecican jumping
beans
my batteries seem
drained of all dreams
the soul is cold.
the flower's dead.
im already nine days old.
im not afraid anymore
of the virgin pleas
im only afraid
of g etting bored
fuck me, if you want
to bleed the sadness that's within me
and fuck them while we're together, lover
and when its over,
close the door..
what if?
what if my sins are redeemed when i touch their souls?
what if smiles were thoughts?
what if beer was philosophic?
what if pens were guns?
what if they were lifesavers?
---
then philosophic lifesavers would thoughtfully replace guns.
flame cynical
Light a candle for my soul
kiss my lips and
tickle my toes
light yr. mind on fire
where people can see
take all yr. clothes off
and do it just for me
Lovers love with sticks and stones
Killers kill with open wounds
god damnit!
damnit, god.
why must we
be so cynacle
to survive
must be so damn numb
justa get out alive?
