shortage

i love you song belong and raging call it darling little machine gatherer and coastal eyes with sand finger and reaching reaching god your reaching redshift glare and it could be that thinking about color is a new thing or it isn't and one day something colorful sunset waterfall have you ever watched the sky rip? you're hypnotic and i'm closing in on summertime and somehow glower, shit, i have thoughts that end poverty on a daily basis and soon cracked even cool skulls like heroshima bomb and love is a three eyed whisper int he winds ttress falling over and dust settled over crumbling earth we're wide awake now wide as trenton jersey smells and feels i know there's something special in happening times and a child walking thorugh the vicksburg field grass growing shade drifting upwards long-ish branches cutting the sun like broken moments atom bomb radiosong clocking more for minutes days dazzling calender take yourself home whisky is = home of the brave, letter hinder now and soon stops trembling hands from tearing the page and all the elements are changing we're falling across our own suns long deserts, this is our world, our time, bartenders for the lost generation, we make posterboys of tempest minutes shakespeare hours and damnit another clothesline to hang our years on, good luck (gods cry) and we're on the table off and which is tumbling likely as anything.
and soon.



2003-08-11 | 4:18 p.m.
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