Two young fingers in wet cement,. There's a new impression built in front of my apartment.. BG & EE that's so sweet. I wonder what E's gonna say when she sees..
Pocket contents: Rizla pack, spare change, receipts in wads.. Stacked in camps across my desk, each day another pile.. Time was measured in balls of lent, laundry claim tags and number of cents.
I drank right from your tears of plenty and. I exchanged all the gifts you sent me.. Dreary beats over fast-rapped verses. Leaked through windows in hatchback hearses..
One creature I return to, one habit I neglect. I cannot slow the pace at which I yearn. Frank and I unabashed, I become a frozen servant. Smiling, asking nothing in return.
I was walking through Ridgewood, Queens.. I was flipping through magazines.. I was so stoned and starving.. . I was reading ingredients,. Asking myself "should I eat this?".
My last guilt-themed solicitation. Delivered slowly in hesitation,. It could not soothe me, could not seduce me. Into repainting these strokes so loosely..
What could I even say to you Rene?. If I could stop reacting then I'd be acting like your fool because. What could I even say to you Rene?. I could follow you but then you'd never see me right behind you.
Train death paintings, anti-meth murals. Color the ghettos of N. Dakota.. Bismark tractor association, coffee and toothpaste.. This was vacation.... I saw, while squinting, the hidden layer.
I got a gold medal record time, gold record, diamond mine,. Name in print, tongue, t-shirts and minds.. Thread count - high. Commissions - high. Hourly rates - high.
Mamasita, catch me now as I sink. Into darkness I thought to be extinct. Chilled my eyeballs as the curtains were torn. And shed a light so bright. Shining like the day I was born.
Like a red state's Baptist fervor.. Like a small town's unsolved murder.. Some secrets are just best resting in the tombs of buried thought-slums.. As for Texas: donuts only - you cannot find bagels here..
My girl is a bowl of hash, a familiar looking rash,. My girl's my secret stash, my shampooed pile of trash.. My girl's a borealis-lit fjord.. My girl's a summons ignored..
We measured the distance of the space between islands.. Gazing out into the river Styx she said "It's no river at all.. It's a tidal estuary," was her only line, she delivered it well..
There are no more summer lifeguard jobs.. There are no more art museums to guard.. The lab is out of white lab coats,. Cause there are no more slides and microscopes..
I was feeling nostalgic for the days when. My thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling.. I remember the feeling of the museless existence. Of the drunk, bored and listless,.
I got dressed up, up to the nines. I took a look in the mirror, I wish I was thinner. Then everything would be fine. . At least I smell nice, so come on and breathe me in.
Black and white. Always fighting. Blue and green. It'll soon be spring. In the sky. Face and I. Look for time. Candles bind. . Orange and Red. The sun falls dead.
Is everybody happy now?. Is everybody clear?. We could drive out to the dunes tonight. 'Cause summer's almost here. I've been up all night. I might sleep all day.
Up all night. Ooh za za. Ooh staying up all night. . African jungle. Big city street. The only real difference is in. The people you meet. . Up all night.
Up all night -. Ooh. staying up all night. . . .. . African jungle. big city street. . The only real difference is in the People you meet.. . Up all night.