sounds like a beggar picking up horse shit and getting another spray while the unintelligent fox is gnawing at his ankle...hes a broke joker looking for his next pill fix....got keep em all straight. got to keep them all earnest with a sense of urgency
Last night in my dreams there was such a flood it washed over the city with its toxic blood. I wonder if there are others still wandering the streets. It's a mystery the way brain betrays the thoughts i have when I sleep. Every morning I can't tell if I am just stuck inside my head...... All the faceless children watching anxiously with their thoughts of air and with their tongues of keys. I wonder if there are others still wandering the street. As I grow older I get more calluses to hold the strings. Just faded memories. Just faded memories of an eternal spring. On march first it snowed and everything was white and glowing.
released 21 November 2011
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