but in the headlights
of those all heading home,
all turned on
Right here
All by myself
I ain't got nobody else
The situation
The situation
i nearly lost it
around the bend
how can you hold onto
When I've had enough, when I've heard enough from police
last night
the flowers are all blooming in the cemetery
very fertile
i will truck
faster than the world revolves
i will jet
spirals 'round
jolly jolly jolly ego,
you fit in.
you fit in, jully jolly
Here is the sound that photographs make
When I see them
When
The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in
The trees lit from below looked like the face of
we laid on the roof, looked at stars 'til two,
and
No, I won't believe that this is all
I'm not happy,
The only instance of your
Poor judgement
Would be to mistrust
On the beach
The sun bleached the gathered forms
With coats and
i'm eccentripedal
and weary from wandering
pondering what i could mean
staring i
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