dead man
04-01-2013, 09:55 PM
enter the
ever addicted. albuterol and methyl prescription
breathless as liquid, lung cysts, cigarettes at the clinic
typing text for a minute, dead heat like anti-semetic deliverance
most flow congestive heartache at the special olympics
it's expected, a gimmick. to write on essence of spirit
or rhythmic dissertations. theoretical physics
once you've tested the limit - horizons loop, it's instrumental to listen
for snare traps on random samples like a measured statistic
catch it for miss it. it was written, while mr. jones counted crows in the sky
blue ribbons, silver bullets, wolves, emotional ties
sober or high, two-track parallel for social or shy
i've hoped for a lie, discovered hatefulness and chosen a side
quoth the decline, stocks and snowflakes, both are designed
PM Motrin to wine about their voting online. Merlot when we dine
knowably grind your favorite bitch, codeine slow motion her spine
moisture soaking her thighs
the kind only cocoa butter lotion provides
wrap a noose around your neck, drop the rope as you die
spit blood upon your grave before i choke you alive
interpret each occurrence as a token or sign,
regrets are scar tissue. fleshy phantoms, ghosts of your pride
i'm supposed to reside in Transylvania, or Rome in the time
of renaissance children painting poems that rhymed
hopelessly blind, third eye remains too focused to mind
open wide, fuck your choice. what does Sophie decide?
DONT LOOK SEE
ever addicted. albuterol and methyl prescription
breathless as liquid, lung cysts, cigarettes at the clinic
typing text for a minute, dead heat like anti-semetic deliverance
most flow congestive heartache at the special olympics
it's expected, a gimmick. to write on essence of spirit
or rhythmic dissertations. theoretical physics
once you've tested the limit - horizons loop, it's instrumental to listen
for snare traps on random samples like a measured statistic
catch it for miss it. it was written, while mr. jones counted crows in the sky
blue ribbons, silver bullets, wolves, emotional ties
sober or high, two-track parallel for social or shy
i've hoped for a lie, discovered hatefulness and chosen a side
quoth the decline, stocks and snowflakes, both are designed
PM Motrin to wine about their voting online. Merlot when we dine
knowably grind your favorite bitch, codeine slow motion her spine
moisture soaking her thighs
the kind only cocoa butter lotion provides
wrap a noose around your neck, drop the rope as you die
spit blood upon your grave before i choke you alive
interpret each occurrence as a token or sign,
regrets are scar tissue. fleshy phantoms, ghosts of your pride
i'm supposed to reside in Transylvania, or Rome in the time
of renaissance children painting poems that rhymed
hopelessly blind, third eye remains too focused to mind
open wide, fuck your choice. what does Sophie decide?
DONT LOOK SEE