(GbV). . Shoot up on the fast lane. She falls like a concrete robot. She's a boy. Billy-I. Billy-L. Billy-L. Billy-Y. Billy-I Billy-L Billy-L Billy-Y.
Days into weeks. She rattled my mind. We stayed out all week. And got happy this time. She fills empty space. I kinda need it that way. Crybaby says bye to me.
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?. ? camera. Mother of? boots. . Good words and perfumes licked my nose. I got to like that. To make me happy. . Extremely dancehall. Christmas cards.
Can't hear the revolution. Can't hear the revolution. . God rolls the sun as he walks down the highway. I have kissed you, you will leave. And the friction in the morning.
Don't open life alone. Contact the empire solutionaries. They cut the skin, they peel back the onion. Reveal the ghost blood. Fat black gas exudes. Moves into the mirrored halls of empty values.
I played the part. I played the start. I made a table out of clay. I placed my hands. Upon the plans. I waited for a proud display. I played around. I heard the sound.
Come on, polluted eyeballs. Stop scouting out the field. Jump up, bright paper werewolves. And everybody everywhere. . Anyone can scratch. And anyone can win.
Come on, polluted eyeballs. Stop scouting out the field. Jump up, bright paper werewolves. And everybody everywhere. . Anyone can scratch. And anyone can win.
Here I go around the blame. Here I go with hand over flame. Down on the floor at nine o'clock. A scene not fully recognized. At precisely nine o'clock.
(R. Pollard-J. Pollard-Demos). . Introducing the amazing rockethead. You know what the deal is dude. Excuse me Napoleon. But I gotta know. Why I gotta stand.
I have entered a shiny new realm. A very different and very spoiled world. It's with great pleasure I introduce myself. To call and thank you for such delicious pie.
Give him hope. Give him progress. Give him time. . Sell him communion. Dream angels telepathy. It's an item. Of appropriate backing. Regardless of enemies.
(R. Pollard-Sprout). . Post-punk X-Man parked his fork-lift. Like a billion stars flickering from the grinder's wheel. Lower hybrid clad in metal. In subgroup tools.
(R. Pollard). . I can't terrorize I see terror in your eyes. As we go up, we go down. I can't socialize I'll be institutionalized. As we go up, we go down.
Near a distant sea. Her clear yellow eyes. Are opening to pink and black skies. And soon they are blinking. With compound camera eyes. Are you faster.
An unmarketed product. Is shining clear for many years. The time it takes you to put up. Shut out the fears for many years. . How do these things. come in to our lives.
(R. Pollard). . Full head of nothing. Fail to see the difference. Fail to feel the mercy. Off to join the flagstaff. Always crush me. Picture my amazement.
(R. Pollard). . Alright. Alright. Alright. Alright. . for our lives to be once again. like it once was. in the ice age, in a kingdom long ago;. without songs, without hope, without meaning,.
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