Aughtske, aoughtske, aughtske
the computer told me
Aughtske, aughtske, aughtske
Aughtske, aoughtske, aughtske
the computer told me
Aughtske, aughtske, aughtske
Long black brown bed funny shape polar eyes
Grow long necks pain shot with currency over over
Ground white, frantic system of apple life
Growing Scandinavia find homeless cars
Banana threat reaching Isaac
Singer hero gone heavy strap
A flag counts words beat guitar clock tick tock
Finding the fried friend on the 11th day
Growing chaos rainbow drops clinging
Seeds strown over the flying highway
Track legacy hope friend
Eating no word twice, a log of media
This colon, this cancer created cries
Mary, the skies aflutter and alive
Poisoning our wells, grinding our hamburgers
The report has no subject, no central point
Eating mysteriously, the hell
The spark of life
Drifting, confused
I’ve seen it on the streets
Walking threough the sheets
Sitting by the shore
Confronting the day
Angry on the wave-brother
Lingering near a pink shirt
The phone on the table silent
Very tall, fairly small
Vastly different dimensions
Pressure on the earth
rom above as below
Dynamic tension the thrust,
Specific, specialized
There are others exactly like me
Finding the heated earth below
A car in France
A cigarette in Istanbul
To walk off the planet
UFO Minor Corner Zero Life
Chelsea Nippon Sin Original Nico Acid
Line Big Revolution Riot Chill Patagonia
Going goofy gone bananas
Riding screech
Whisky corner whiskey
Feeling the fleet orchestra
Wind marching helpless
Words massage my frantic fracture
Finding the hidden pearl
Friendly torture orgies
Thrill merchant legs
Knife mouth cactus
Black ball planet vermillion
The butterfly explosion lingers
Glowing gold hair ghost
Galloping southern globe
The sunglasses of Argentina
The pin prick of rhye
I feel the stream team dream
Fully shocked with wonderful disease
Generated frames, red scissors
Enduring treason, a flightful fancy
Covered corridors in Kyoto
Tarnished tenements in Tokyo
I see the mutant horizon
Lustfully walking up the stairs of envy
I forget how cold I am
Before I lock the windows
It is after midnight, and I am alone
The desk of our ill fortune
Conceives an illiterate chaos
Deepening, darkening
The jewellery of dispayre
Run high and low
Run high and low
To the American dream
To the American dream
Shivvering in Chaeos
Pounnding black tourture
The silver pen of Hell
Hyper Bore Reality
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