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the land is the sea. 2 february 1999 if i get scared, i'll just call you.
the changing mind. looks right to me. thought processes & means through ends. i know what you're doing. i know where this is going. a trail that slides off & falls into the deepest pit of your stomach. it's easier than you think. my wonder & fear makes me soar(sore). touching the tips of the waves. touch is the only sense.
who doesn't know my name. who doesn't know my flame. who hasn't seen me alive. who hasn't. touch the only sense the only sense the only sense bleeds through my fingertips
it's not supposed to make sense undo it all there isn't a god but she knows she knows she's there she knows ssssssshhhhhh its okay its okay almost over
YOURE NOT ALONE BABE. gone for crying foggy close
flash blink burst shiver close the window shake shake whistles high pitched tech no tech fly fly free to bowing you're bow'ing the string slipping slice shaking down, slipping down age it's the age it's the dawn the set the fish -more cheap sex- no wonder there is no wonder
i don't understand the concepts of time when we fly, i'm not thinking of the clock (when someone vampires my neck, i think, "oh, god who will see. who will say something who will comment.. what will they think." now i just want your teeth in my skin.)
places i didn't know i had things i didn't know were real it's cold.. pull the string
i was thrilled by your eyes i gasped gaped threw & flew follow & shadow he's a star. ~*
i'm your superman, baby, i'm your superhero. turn the world around & spin around. grab my hands & wisk me away. readysetNOW. touch, the only sense. the only sense. he's my shadowstar. my firestarter. progressive naturalist, patina plate. shivers through my inner ear unbalanced equal - librium. take it. flavor equal. i want complication. complication. simplify, NO. never. if you think i'm fake, well you're WRONG. just ask my shadowstar.
(p.s. the phone rings four times before it gets to our room. give me eight.) |
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