Thursday, August 7, 2008

yeah well don't talk to me about the trials of life

the reason you don't sleep
is coz you're never awake
hearts dont climb to freedom
but rationale can launch you

deep in oblivion we swept
and buried sweet reasoning
on sunshine beaches blissful
with sand sifitng through

SMASH goes the old daze
fuck everything now
reaching for the eldest branch
like kids in crystal treetops

allies swooping upwards
deep in mud i freeze
no advice gives answers
just more distance yearning

Bookstore blues brings flow
but cho in the house burns
so much pussy in spades
like shovels smothered in balls

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