hourglass spreads
Turn left of the turnpike, time gets easy if you just try and worry is just another task keep it all bound up in shining library consciousness is yours keep it down, children Old angry and raging out puts clouds through my head and you�ll be tied to railroad tracks in sheer rose colored glasses and lingerie but no trains come here anymore and we�ll just laugh Keep the ground from moving out from under the rest of us and the movements and arrangements of clouds can be ours for this day and on or have it now you get just tide-songs (ebb flow-heart disease) outline a lost soul and we of the skyscraper societies, just looking out from balconies while crumbling down goes on just out there over there where people try new things out on punk kids and experiments in sex are just art for the teenage monolith Valhalla: stretch you out, mark it best unknown and sinister lust-laughs come arms outwards and lifts you up like nowhere else. Hitting the high notes may be the hardest, but we�re always worth it.
2004-02-27 | 2:48 p.m.
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