looking back When the end comes, when they write my deeds in inkI hope to look back with and warmth and contentedness,For life to me an eternity, yet do the world little but a blink.As meaningless as meaningful, my destiny now full known.As I turn to see my own my life fall making room for the newMy sweeping soul in turmoil. My life soon at its end,Fear overtaking resign, ration near its end.The greed for life, futile and yet ravenousWill consume your soul as you fight out of life.Father time defeating all, to witch no armies can standAs you lie down on the field and enter that eternal tunnel
Drinking from the blue bottle Drinking from the blue bottle, all the stuf I needTo make me square, to make me right, My mind in chaos, my addictions growing needierMy phones charging, in the wall socket by the poolMy box is warm, my newspapers soothingMy cloths encrusted, my eyes red and sleepyThe cars make warmth but the noise is badMy cup of water, fresh with rainand my bread crusts soft so I can pay for what I needI don't mind where I sleep; I have my dogs to help me payWomen of the night so easily cut, so soft and quiet afterSome pay for services, the police don't knowGetting rid of people who are no longer wantedMaybe there's a little space
Cheese, is the brain fool Cheese, is the brain fool, Bunny's explosions rapidly exceed the speed of lime. The existence of apples postures the ignorance of cows The talk of anarchists is parallel in insomniac's.The master of teams is everything set through. Angular green mountain steel and pens haltered. Reality gentlemen murderous cupcake antymanicTemporal heat apples are best in cold.Stink of Tim Hilary jogging math eating yellow. Elbow mellow cheesing killer screen is bobs. Baines liquid irony jungle green
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