Melting Chocolate EyesSee, to see your eyes you must see mine but she stares She said she wants to live in my eyes so I closed them and I thought about drinking chocolate eyes choking as it slides and drowning in your melting chocolate eyes so I closed themMelting Chocolate Eyes
See, to see my eyes I must see yours seen again they must be cold they are so numb so I closed them and she forgets she said she wants to live in my eyes and I'll remember drinking chocolate eyes choking on the ice and freezing in your petrified chocolate eyes
See, to
I've Been DreamingI've been dreaming swimming with the chemicals on film floating with the froth of electric shadows who desperately try to stay ahead of meI've Been Dreaming
I've been flying with the steam and dust of fearless grounds coming up to thwart my gall and fill the bladders of their tall brothers
I've been falling with the weight of instinct and the planet's indistinct push/pull crush me/hold me down and bathe me in a burning broth reduced of thyme and long, stacked lime-stones
the past tastes like fermented fruits of labor and the future is an overripe grape &nbs
Thread CountOne day I'll be a hundred, a hundred days dead unable to defend the dust inside my head What's left of the world will lie beside my bed and waste all of my old sheets coloring them redThread Count
One day I'll be a thousand, a thousand years of waste piled on what used to be your mother and my face Shining cold, industrial strength passing light, medical paste numb your sense just in case while defecting, I left a trace
One day I'll be a trillion, a trillion grains of sand floating through the empty space you used to call
I Hate Dancing...I smell crushed bloom of hair and skin, long before we crack a grin. Who else could I accost? I touch her soft, she does the same, like this tarp gauges no pain, and what else have we lost? I taste her lip inside of mine, fleshy fruit picked from the vine. How could I have it washed? I hear a voice inside my head, and she reflects it like the dead. Who's heard it all before? I see a light dim in her eye,I Hate Dancing...
Thank you for the
Cheers and have a great year.
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~I love the smell of film in the morning.
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Crystal is JASAPUNK: (J)ust (A)nother (S)tupid (A)ss PUNK.
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if going to church makes you a Christian, does giong to a garage make me an automobile?
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hey, you know what? FUCK YOU!
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Crystal is JASAPUNK: (J)ust (A)nother (S)tupid (A)ss PUNK.
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if going to church makes you a Christian, does giong to a garage make me an automobile?
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hey, you know what? FUCK YOU!
you ever coming back?
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Crystal is JASAPUNK: (J)ust (A)nother (S)tupid (A)ss PUNK.
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if going to church makes you a Christian, does giong to a garage make me an automobile?
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hey, you know what? FUCK YOU!
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