Thursday, 24 January 2008

• Currently Listening Refurbished One By Funckarma see related

  Bloody Stilts
  
  sweet valencia photograph
  wherein the care is inescapable
  I take offense: torched limb
  I wish I could say more,
  writers never die, so spit it out
  (I'm sooner choking)
  mmph your [vomit]
  has regaled my senses
  (I miss cartoons)
  and I wish your teeth would talk.
  We've been raised by fools
  (congenital hues)
  in Grenada they balk
  The man bought a cup of coffee.
  parrying king turtle ties
  crows go
  Straight for the eyes.
  The woman bought a cup of tea.
  ameliorated cotton peculiar
  chap-toed
  english blanket jeweler
  When you point that gun I'll cry:
  Woah, its me.

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