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"SG " wrote:I think was in 2002.If I remember correctly the killer was a drifter.
Yes, he’s in Walla Walla now.
yeah when i was in seattle there was a film palying about the gits.. it looked preetty good. of course i was to porr to pay the admissionione thousn
"…to take these chains [off of July], to shatter on the floor… too loose, too tight, too dark, too bright a lie [ve], the truth, which one shall I use ? …"
Hmmm, I’ve got semantics problems…I dedicate Crime Scene Part I to Jésus in Walla Walla.
Walla Walla won’t quite due
over wish not sober but
boring times cause less grime.Great fate finally found me
falling down an elevator shaft
since the water park was closed.I tried on a cool coat just to make
my mirror smile but she laughed
like a camera with the lense cap on…Late Stages
Poisoned obsession with
water or colour calibration
the life of a circus mind
trading places with
lowbrow
swallowed whole
hostage-taking
dementiaFired ? I should be.
I feel like Daniel Johnston
relegated to cleaning tables
at McDonald’s
But don’t take pity on me
I’ve done lots of wonderful things
that have made people’s lives better
or maybe I’m just crazy–
a shadow of the whethermist so much sorry to all
celebrating can’t quite
type or grating, granting
wishes with rules rye
bread seems fed for lack
of a better time frame.I Do So Want What I Haven’t Got
Left a trail
full of scales
in Hackensack
give ‘im flack
what’s up Jack ?Barbie streamers
hates the dreamers
she just said
"you may as well be dead"
rather than bring your guitar
across the bar
stupid Barbiedaddy wants to go
daddy, just say nodead air
dead hair
dead pair
of rotten orangeslittle girlie
can’t get worldly
her twilt-a-whirl
mouth swirls
fingers gnarl
against the ark
of old age
zero score
she’s lost her core
on the chores
of outside roaringThe Chansellor Of Symphony 4
is wrestling the Royal Fetus on the cold, marble floor.
Fighting for the praise of
Orangealvine, the mistress of ages.
You should know that I´m easily frightened
by the savory dreams you so perfectly enlighten.
Images intertwine as stars allign.
Painting the sky just for you.And sometimes I feel like I´m bigger than the sun.
Sometimes I feel bigger than the sun.
When you make me feel that I´m the one.
When you make me feel
the sun.Echoes up and down the kings court
as jesters hollers news of the battle fought,
and bards are singing
to the courtship mingling.
Orangealvine, high above the ceiling
amused by all the knights kneeling,
seeking her kisses.
But, oh how we know her wishes
those magical, monstrous demands.
The last serving of just what you craved.
Sugary sweet for a heart enslaved.And sometimes I feel like I´m bigger than the sun.
Sometimes I feel bigger than the sun.
When you make me feel that I´m the one.
When you make me feel
the sun.The surgeon is waiting in isle 4,
the staff all debating
the chance of survival and time of arrival
of our contestants on the marble floor.
Paranoia may rule our times
but there has never been a better time than this,
even the blind reaching for the radioactive find they can´t miss.
So pull out the paintings and twist your stars,
Orangealvine is granting sessions to bless you scars.And sometimes I feel like I´m bigger than the sun.
Sometimes I feel bigger than the sun.
When you make me feel that I´m the one.
When you make me feel
the sun.And as the sun rises,
sprinkling the castle with golden rays,
the maids rush to hide the signs of decay.
Naked is so much more fun when all the clothes are on
the bard´s humming as the knights retract from the jesters.
Orangealvine, the cure for mankind
look inside me and find,
you´ve removed all that festers.
Your hand in mine,
it´s as silly as it´s romantic.
And when the Royal Fetus regale his antics,
he´ll never omit our chapter.
The tale of how two became the sun.dead horses
in washington
a trail of tears
the gravity
of a gone age
a bone circle
of beautiful timesE. Again
I might drive
a car–a hearst–
real far
arrive, pallbearer to
carry her
words, her body
to her home
I shall go
only
if she’ll let me
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