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Her skytracing finger is the pointer whose pauses rename stars and planets.
Smoking citrus, Christ Looking Christly, came back around like a Dionysus But this time more icy, like goodbye to the dinosaurs Who liked their weather more nicely Drive myself but I’ve got guys who could drive me, five Five star chase if I like it but low key today, seeing sights Looking fine, arm tanning…
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The tree in the field that feels instead of me.
Found that tree whose every snaking branch Represents a member of your esteemed family, a loathful plant, And by my hand was it rent and rooted out. Each limb I cleave Means that one more is deceased One by one, steadily you’re bereaved Until my spurned pride is retrieved I do not remember what started…
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Acura Integra 1995
A cure for integrity embedded into the mesh of my pipe Viper green ride, Acura Integra 1995 With yellow bee stripes down the driver side In the passenger guy in a black Slazenger jacket Chin like Liev Schreiber, on a ridealong We’re coming up, going up the Khyber Fearless, tiger eyed eyeing up other tigers…
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Show them the meaning of boyrace
In a souped up Supra giving maximum juice Moves like its phasing Missing frames, on Shadowfax hooves
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Strange midnight knocking on the door of the sealed vault where, on my instruction, the physical tokens of my old self were interned.
Gospel according to Matthew High than Macchu Peeked you putting on the latch Chewing the fat while we’re on the lash Talking all kinds of bad but he doesn’t know I’m recording the chat too Tax free, no barcodes Sans VAT what I’ve got bagged in my tagless van Me and Garvey smoking bifts, hating…
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