Love to words or with? Fuck itMy eye like a noisegate the number 8 frustrate and I roll to the floor fruit
to the fruit to the core of a spheroid embedded in my skull the round the
zero the symbol of null and void and well I toyed with the concept of
vitamin B-12 the synapse the synapse it feeds itself on a nutrient
contained in sunlight the blink the lid the fight to snap open
Moving up to the double M 2000 I eat up a decade like a flan your turn of
the century turn it up turn it up clock seconds to the hour go and cash the
millenium Um Um and it hums like a migraine to the brain in the time yet
remaining but uh ah melancholy nonsense and I crack nouns brotherfuck
the verb tense
Recombination, then Viacom, Safeway
(to the fruit to the core of a spheroid embedded in my skull the round the
zero the symbol of null and void and well I toyed with the concept of
vitamin B-12 the synapse the synapse it feeds itself on a nutrient
contained in sunlight the blink the lid the fight to snap open
Moving up to the double M 2000 I eat up a decade like a flan your turn of
the century turn it up turn it up clock seconds to the hour go and cash the
millenium Um Um and it hums like a migraine to the brain in the time yet
remaining but uh ah melancholy nonsense and I crack nouns brotherfuck
the verb tense
Recombination, then Viacom, Safeway
wayward.,
Thu 4 Sep 2003, 0:56,
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Is the Knowledge of my own existence real ...A slice of life a piece of mind
laid on a plate of mankind
I'll take the key from the gravy
and unlock the cage that holds the ravens in
What's it like flying high?
I've a cone for a beak, but the tar makes me cry
That holds me together, Tarred and feathered
Breathing.... Hoping for the day
The radio and Television's thrown the rest away
Oh dear me!, look who's come around
Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground
It's all I have to do
When they who to the sea go down
And in the waters ply their toil
Are lifted on the surges crown
And plunged where seething eddies boil
(laid on a plate of mankind
I'll take the key from the gravy
and unlock the cage that holds the ravens in
What's it like flying high?
I've a cone for a beak, but the tar makes me cry
That holds me together, Tarred and feathered
Breathing.... Hoping for the day
The radio and Television's thrown the rest away
Oh dear me!, look who's come around
Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground
It's all I have to do
When they who to the sea go down
And in the waters ply their toil
Are lifted on the surges crown
And plunged where seething eddies boil
Hagbard ... it's been a long time.,
Thu 4 Sep 2003, 1:26,
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