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When I'm dead, you'll be living,. Standing in the funeral home. . How to best dispose of this dead body now?. . Cremation, donation to medical experimentation.
You fucked yourself. And you don't know where to go. Split wide open like a sturgeon for the row. Blood was splashed on pure white snow. . You fucked yourself.
You only hurt the one you love. That may be true. But better said, you only hurt the one who loves you. . We went through hell. Just to get to hell. Die of thirst of drink up form the poisoned well.
Repair the hull, replace the sails.. The monkey wrestles with the ghost. And a thousand pleasures form a thin veneer. Over lack of hope.. The captain was rightly murdered by the crew.
Everyday we earn our meager pay. But it takes its toll to play the happy prole.. The buy your labor, try to steal your soul -. Bite the bullet, hold your tongue and play the happy prole..
Orbiting pods, underwater domes. We fill our tanks with oxygen to step outside our homes. Once it was hard, now it's just routine. And I can't tell the difference between people and machine.
You never cried, you never froze. And yet how well your garden grows -. You reap the fruits another sows:. I guess that works out well for you.. Suffering has served you well -.
Flail me. [Don't you know..]. I desire to be flailed. Jail me. Impale me. . Brain me. [Tell me now...]. what's the use of a brain. Maim me. Chain me. .
You turn me on. And it's hard to turn me on. You turn me on. And it's hard to turn me on. . Mornings I tell you what I dreamed. Before we're swallowed by the work machine,.
You can be so heartless. I can be heartless too. We can wound each other. Isn't that what people do ?. . How can we betray when there's nothing to betray.
They say hold on to your dreams. That plays good on TV. But never worked for me. So now I need to find a way to occupy my time. Until the day I die. 'Cause I give up.
I know the ether can never claim the earth. Atmospheric gasses cannot remain with dirt. We purchase pleasure, and pay for it with hurt. And we rarely get our money's worth.
Birds fighting in midair. And all the sky is theirs. There's all of the sky. Yet they peck anothers eyes. . Free as a bird!. Or is that just a word?. Up to be free.
Life is full life is grey:. At its best it's just OK.. But I'm happy to report. Life is also short.. So I find myself back in California -. I'm a coolie for the tourists,.