Coke eyes sigh, Parliaments might lie
Give me your noose and I'll tie
Commit suicide just to try
Keep it poking, keep it wry
Drive me insane and I'll tell you why
Moan sweet moans
Little fry
Drone sweet drones
Milk me dry
Mild groaning is my settled warning
Tiled blood and they're shy
Perfect city, abnormal lack of pity
We think we're witty and we eat meat
Holding my puke is a feat
Look out your window and see the elite
Loan sweet loans
Little guy
Tones sweet tones
Milk my high
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
-3/10/10-
drinking the lake of your soul
she seems i seem lets think
this acid is real
thinking like stars
time like eons
cant complain
pacifies us
it wont be long
before we transform
i can hear the woosh
of us frying us
turning ourselves into mutual friends
its real
can i tell if?
if shes real?
is it real?
push it push it
unity on stars
time has stopped
unity and stars can float
is she real?
can i tell if?
shes real.
she seems i seem lets think
this acid is real
thinking like stars
time like eons
cant complain
pacifies us
it wont be long
before we transform
i can hear the woosh
of us frying us
turning ourselves into mutual friends
its real
can i tell if?
if shes real?
is it real?
push it push it
unity on stars
time has stopped
unity and stars can float
is she real?
can i tell if?
shes real.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)