Sometimes I can be real truth rude I have for the belly full of beans Or beez please remember we're all in this together whatever stuck in traffic cut me some slack the quick kind can you give me the world a better place today or tomorrow generator I'm going to have to borrow keep the lights on in the world goes dark growing all lonely like a winter I'll never forget a better Peter bit her and what was he thinking bringing her with her does little dog speak English or do I have to translate he definitely knows how to posture how fucking a big this wig is hugging domestic vileness postergirl in his sweaty: all nighter: arms what were you born in a barn or something. She asked with cancer on her shirt and lips. Yes. And so was Jesus,... known well for his leaving the door hoping its open for those broken moapers sidestepped the lepers just to get table scraps and plenty of empty promiselands hole in the head glory more to the story u bore me with this duality reality is a multiplicity a magnanimously massive aneurism
Nuts and flakes trying
To be seriously cereal killers haunting the stops at hatshops and swap meats snapping back with insight like you had cataracts off the tracks I gets to axe like I don't give a shit...I'd rather shoot cats than coke... I ain't got the heart I had a Kid hitting
hit after hit finding no peaches just pits
One of these days ima get on that psychedelic Jesus bus and ride it in the comforting hills of la la land... I kinda want to die happy. Even if its just pretend. Let me rest my weary soles.
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