you wake up angry and 'm bewitched

infatuation equals distortion. beautiful and perverse, green bottles the sun passes through, heart of the enormous flame.

you are unselfish in all your beauty. hold me down so i may breathe. stapled to a be, bleeding on white sheets. innocence, like the son of some obscure virgin.  if i am a criminal then let me crawl. a perfect puzzle piece..
in whose heart have you gone blind?

i won't drown you, i swear. and i am shaping everything that is happening around me. this is my vast and dripping wound. this ache, this place without you. autumn trees on a black and white screen. keep my secrets. never tell..

i won't drown you, i swear. and i am shaping everything that is happening around me. this is my vast and dripping wound. this ache, this place without you. autumn trees on a black and white screen. keep my secrets. never tell..

you are unselfish in all your beauty. hold me down so i may breathe. stapled to a be, bleeding on white sheets. innocence, like the son of some obscure virgin.  if i am a criminal then let me crawl. a perfect puzzle piece..

infatuation equals distortion. beautiful and perverse, green bottles the sun passes through, heart of the enormous flame.

FREED FROM THIS PRISON, SUCH A SHAME. TIRED AND CRAZY AS YOU ARE. A GUITAR, A STAR, A MERMAID, STRANGE PHILOSOPHICAL QUANDARIES. FREEDOM AND FREE WILL. HOW YELLOW YOU GO AT THE HEART OF THE FLAME. SEE THINGS YOU ARE FATED TO SEE. HYPNOTIZED BY JEWELRY, FALLING WAITING ON THE GROUND AGAIN
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the elderly practice tai-chi ine park. a red night, illusions isee through and i hide

people i meet and secrets i hide, great god of the sun: answer this prayer

FREED FROM THIS PRISON, SUCH A SHAME. TIRED AND CRAZY AS YOU ARE. A GUITAR, A STAR, A MERMAID, STRANGE PHILOSOPHICAL QUANDARIES. FREEDOM AND FREE WILL. HOW YELLOW YOU GO AT THE HEART OF THE FLAME. SEE THINGS YOU ARE FATED TO SEE. HYPNOTIZED BY JEWELRY, FALLING WAITING ON THE GROUND AGAIN
a space station, is something in the air
sadness and a bridge over the river......................i will wait to join you in the tides.......... i'll wait for you like a plastic tree i a crowded room here, hold this constellation
i do believe
a window you look through...........a song of songs

everything happens. standing i say before a full length mirror, a triangle of 9, 6, 3. all of our deeds words, actions, thoughts, feelings convictions and habits are the result of external influences.  everything happens, moving, instinctive, sexual, our language is of symbol and myth and culture, the illusion ofunity?  forget about love and look for direction, everything attracts or repels, my sleeping psyche emersed in dream.
death by missionary position..........nothing emerges................nothing is there death by missionary position..........nothing emerges................nothing is there

you are unselfish in all your beauty. hold me down so i may breathe. stapled to a be, bleeding on white sheets. innocence, like the son of some obscure virgin.  if i am a criminal then let me crawl. a perfect puzzle piece..
death by missionary position..........nothing emerges................nothing is there
the thin twisted fabric of my reality rattles and spits......it is a hunger hiding in the pantry
a flickering thing.....cold outside......as i rearrange, but not enough to go mad my dear
i would ring you twice and if you answer i'd make my way through the night
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