Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
“How do you say ‘I must’ in Angel… Oh yeah, you don’t. It’s just ins… So, the deal is That I have to suffer so everyone… It’s a stupid necessity.
I have been in a thousand houses that have dining rooms that are never used. When I look into the river— My reflection is refused.
Someday I’m going to build a rope… and hang my thoughts in the attic. And sleep like a lightning bug smeared across a yellow wiffle-bal… Someday long after that,
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
I’m gonna ghost ride this experime… straight into a wormhole. I don’t know where it leads and I almost don’t care— (I was raised on hide and seek,
Hug my brain and kiss my eyeballs, There were no silly invisible walls. But forced I love yous
In the spirit of dire news he’s holed his old souls! Walking so hard and so long through the coals. But you cannot master fire
I am the living truth of a particu… Some people may still even think… As I’m passed around towns in a v… The sounds will resound for as lon… In strange civilizations the situa…
A fathomless ideal in transient de… You impossible impostor posing for… Did you think at some millionth mi… "I don’t mind the aches that you m… No! I do! —I am not in this mess
Tuck me under the blundering sun When I was the younger wondering… I could make liquid diamonds from… I could be fairly invisible too, Spying on bugs while hiding from y…
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
Raising light and reversing diffid… Proves a puzzling endeavor in nobl… Its compulsive plume wafts over th… Laid low and beholden to rebellion… Show me your values! Your colors…
My soul is young My soul is old My soul reflects Atomic gold. And over lives
like an electron ricocheting out of orbit straight ahead— SO STRAIGHT! The horizon before me