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Wax Idiotic
Trapped in a tripod
I laugh at the fondling edge
witless chums graph the townsend
they have phone sex with a gun
because all the lines are busy now
turns out the beings a virgin
just waiting
maybe to be used she wants to try it all
she says I'm scared I might not be enough
wait
how are you speaking?
wait
don't spoil the ending
let the ripple run the eye for the honest absurd



Red Disco
Blood wept for
sanctuary
stick your finger in
to get the taste
I mean the puddles to
deep
lumination
incrimination
get down and dance
take it out
her family's crying now
I think this means joy


50 Dreams
Oblivious to the love thats given, then when
our train stops so does the heart that pumps life
life that brings lips, lips that bring kisses
on the forehead of a sleeping child
on a lover, guessing when its all done
theres nothing left but the train or maybe tears
50 dreams
and the feelings run, and they run like the paint on the wall
50 dreams
and they say while you say
I, I, I, cry


The Ocean's Clearing
A great beginning to a new type of ending
the end of truth to sorrow, life's soundtrack, our score
I wont die, I'll shatter
in the womb I hear disaster scraping the edge like nails
right now
send it through, send it far
fuck this, leave it raped by hands for you


Attack of the Swan
50 foot eyesores
story to generations haha
fake sweet dreams on Elm Street
look at the sun
how about a moon venture
love dust
hate the swan, toss the morning, fly, land, swallow



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