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She has lizards at her command.As I sleep she sends them intomy ears and mouth.They steal the secrets of myheart and brain.They have prehistoric repti..
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Motel roomsare strange to me.I feel I have spenthalf my life in them,yet still can'tpenetrate their mysteries.Do the dead skin cellsof the previous oc..
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I sweet talk her into opening her mouthso I can bite out her toungeAm I a monster?Who's to say?I think not.I want love and sweetnesssoft slow gentle k..
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Last night I dreamtof aDrum Machine,it was following meeverywhere I went,and being veryrude/obnoxious/annoying.I was trying to talk upsome black haire..
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Something must have diedbeneath my skinmy sweat smells like deathcheap whiskey has a wayof doing that sometimesThere are ashes in my teethbutts fill m..
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This is a song I wrote awhile back, all minor keys and echo.
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Outside the bar, I pour absinthe into my hollow guts,and dissolve hemlock on my tongue. In the bar, shots ofwhiskey followed by tequila chasers. It's ..
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who did this to me, who made methis way, i didn'tstartthe fire buti let the m**********r burn, nowthat i'm nearing ashes, it's time todance in the rai..
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I listen to her heart murmur,and pray she dies in her sleep.With the insurance moneyI could travel;Moscow, London, Morocco,or my beloved Mexico.Where ..
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When Ezekial saw the wheeldid he ask the little green menwhat stars are made of?When Elijah entered the chariot'scockpit, did he set the controlsfor t..
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