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i am not a benevolent god but you don't know that yet so pretend to be surprised when you find out and you can catch it at my Viking style funeral ..

the redhead from my dream last night she had a point but i forget the whys, wherefores, reasons thereof since someone's stereo bumped Fresh Prince'..

beat like the whack beats in the overpopulated disco strobe blown disorientation assisted like a mismatched drink and drug combination need to step..

with a languid smirk, a lonely pen i build a battlefield bang bang, someone's dead and the corpse lies freeformed in meadows of lilies and marigol..

dig it like standing with you barefoot in the meadow like i was barely awake and you hadn't disappeared yet when your ice melted saw my reflecti..

lucid, i was swimmer low slouch on the corner on Saturday morning when all the punk rockers came out laid by the stoplight and were arrogant livin..

i am the sun by the way of the night ecstatic impulse limited by the loss and at fault lie remaining reminders of the frost and the bitter winds gr..

i'm easy like yellow before nine o'clock that dirty w***e, red digital mindache struck like dropped flies old fashioned diner, window seat rich ma..

keep stabbing at me like i'm a voodoo doll still feeling your soul breathing easily i'm losing more sleep as the seasons go through the motions it'..

in ancient tongues the sun remembers reflections on the muddy pool grainy, incoherent at best aglow with forgotten lace trimming she falls... an e..