We keep on getting there. We'll keep on until we do. I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. Right now this could be anywhere. . We keep on getting there.
Oh brutal bimbo beauty. Nonsensically sublime. This hammy Armageddon. Turns out to be yours and mine. . Your face is just the ticket to everything. I ever wanted to see.
That I'm afraid and I'm not afraid, is that. Why cut it fine in a ludicrous hat. My prick, my very spirit. . My prick, my very spirit. My very stupid blood.
The window is wobbling. Rain no doubt. Four part water, one part poison. I really could do without. . You can have my Picasso. Please lie down. Your funerary nakedness remains.
Our curious leader knows what's best. How we're signal bound now to existential sex. Our curious leader has such a lovely daughter. We wash their feet and quench our thirst with the same water.
The atomic structure. Of this caress. Massive, silent and numb. As light as consciousness. . The past is as silent. As the present is ancient. Tirelessly evil.
The beast box. The beast box. . Elvis Presley's body perfectly preserved. . There's a lot of stories going around. I don't think it's right. Are the neighbors really thinking.
You keep forgetting the lines, the lines that show. Where you were bound long ago. Animal in the mirror. . Live out another mise en scne. Somebody else's summer again.
Candice Morganauer's gone to join. The quick and the dead clever. Tonight we're seeing her final film. Her crowning endeavor. . She washed herself for years.