Tag: writer
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The second and deeper life which evinces in the humdrum mundanity the sorcerous prices, that reveal the doors and paths to glittering Vanir of the past.
Muting Last Christmas Doing pollutants, getting mutated, blasting Liszt This is it, doing sixty six on the A6 just for symmetry Magick in the little moments Glyphs on the macadam when I’m doing donuts I’m not wearing lifts it’s just that I’m not done growing up Moment to myself, came around to the idea of…
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Pop your hand on that boiling woodburner top
Burnt my wrist Turned a whisper into a tryst into a twister I wouldn’t put any posters up near the fissure.
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They voted to boot me but I’d changed the rules, as well as curried favour with the new recruits.
Talked shit like a scat fetish forum Wrote my name three times, like a passport form Faked until I made it, now we’re past performance Tried ousting me, I went back to my house after last orders It was raining heavily, had to wring out my trousers out back They said my reign was one…
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Reverse the takedown and land hard shots; infinite lives code to beat the final boss.
Hundred hand slap Go E Honda on a lay and prayer Used be a bricklayer Now it’s MV player, Honda Prelude Like Leo on the quaaludes On my knees, not praying High kicks to stay loose, one year after 32 This is how it feels when you really self abuse Smoking smoking smoking, all the…
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Babylonian hues on my wheeled cube
97 Honda Accord looking bronze age hoard, gold and wood Knew I was gonna be it someday, was always lit; did what I said I would I’m listening to Lord of Shadows and Goldenwood Cruising around the hood hood up, seeking gold I can touch Windows rolled down, asking passers are they good; Do they…
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