Lifting me up like a garage door
I need
Send me your muzzle
The one that you been biting on
Go
The trouble is
a single atom
shot at random
random fire
two particles
fused and
Get on to the bus
That's gonna take you back to
When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul
Mid-level manager
Says he heard about
Some mulatto girl
Shot him in the
You get the ankles
and I get the wrists.
You get the
I met a girl on roller skates
She had
Daughter to the pop veneer. Shining like a new mint
A man
drives a plane
into the
Chrysler building
Saskatoon is in the room
Poulsb
laugh on, fat boy
the face concaves
around the trombone
forehead, jawbone
foldi
But I have not seen it now or ever
Women descending
Michael Jackson has a dream...
Late at night, he wakes up
Stop hitching the monster man
It was a bad
There is a bar they call The Bitter Sea.
And she
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