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I asked was anyone listening and the lights flickered off
Slug chucker brandished, slugging brandy, triple slammers making vanish Mixing God-besmirching band merch with Armani, armature fully branded When it’s done I chuck it, shatters when it lands Someone roused from Dreamland shouts angrily but fuck it I’m full of beer like a can up a chook, and lemon shatter shook Five star chase on…
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That robin’s wise and he knows a reliable wormhive when he spies one
Not afraid to land like the packages Came from Afghan no sand damages Mystery mead, take a swig of Mary G+3, take a sprig off Surrounded by lines, don’t wait for kick off That one’s not a glancing shot, won’t ping off Like a lance hitting an unarmoured spot Won’t ring off Keep ringing, I…
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Frosted tips and white ipod earphones worn necklace wise, saying “08” out loud as a catchphrase
Ginned juice with lemon stock in Got a big wodge, off the books wonga Octopus arms only longer How many berry pies I can finger concurrently How many big fat lies I can tell a bird currently
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Admix mad old Mick’s axe
I don’t tell lies But I make word pies to hide the truth inside Telling the truth so many times you realize It got a little better every time More rhythm even rhyme When did it become a lie? Is that Grandfather’s axe beside the woodpile? Regardless, the wood will start the fire.
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A foulbreath cup to induce sleep in meddling owls
Following my corpse down the road, whole tribe You’d have thought it was a triumph for some returning Roman Daughter of Ryan get her to roll one on my phoneback Seafoam secrets those cerise-honed lips hold Lick closed, lick along the skin backs To stick them, hits nice acts like a stimpak To my addled…
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