a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
we are nearly always a world which almost
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i