I like a beur who knows her way around a computer
Beauty, who can co op the latest first person shooter
Picking up loot that’s for me, trading it in Sanctuary
Licking a zoot shut that’s for me, baling it in my fisteen
No less than the best at Tekken tag, Kazuya chin cracked
Like the proverbial camelback at a panic attack
Weed is my Mnemosyne, my mind aflame with neon euro signs
Neurodancer my mind is for finding, demons confined in, confiding sins
Waltzing on borrowed time
Moments on loan from my library
Everyone convinced when I lie, scary
Elm Street nightmare, goodnight Mary
Night Mare leaping, paddock leaving, tearing across a moonlit heath
Towards your sleeping head, conferring dread without surcease, keep
Me in thy bosom that I would not meet the buzzards.
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