Once is the resurrection of
Long enough to see my silhouette acquire
a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by
the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be a luxury
I'm a soubrette columnist
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary

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Get nowsuckled oxygen purification
Sure it's blurry may have had them
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for
enough to stomach the city
Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows
with a hill's crest pan out?
On the candy coated crab apples,
sugar dipped deadpan outs
I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest
Defeat a needle into battling
With patience galas with absentee
balance I shove in the button
Strutting to exhibit mankind's
in comparison a methias Goliath
Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence
I top and ate my nameless square
With a Christ we saw the same
What's that? The grand mosaic depicting
historical glory in a legend
Nurse me through the time stick and stone
mixes hex my fertile crescent
I'm laughing on the inside I swear
head above red tide despair
My imperfections pair off with buddy
system symmetrics morbidly
discontent's locked accordingly
Let's turn mummy's shut up affection
a berserk glory condition
And pray for the day a star
Meddle in a two- hand grip when that spoon
full of sugar medical chaser
Credible crasser antidote's terrible
Water with a stolen soul pen left
picture mad rhythm pinned
Never set a grin and fly health
Consider me a mobile advertisement
for that hybrid plan of fabrics
now is you is or is you ain't compatible
I feel a wind in my opinions
It's like the date of Grado
A lifeline of spectacular ex
pansion leaves the reaper
At the hand of what man's hand jokes
My friend's got a book about dreams,
I dream a book about my friends and still
Ch- chatter boooox, now let
Cater to a king green battered
I am, skin and bones, I am,
sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome
You grin and groans fuck it I'm
Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying
to make my little gypsy blush
And felt as if I'd actually
Fortify the bullies of the jokes
Sit and watch the percentages
On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second
In the Styx and stared him
Fashion, it's cool and all but
[Oh God, well he's the man,
What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention,
[Television hurts my brain,
how about walking in the rain?]
I hate walking, it's boring,
how about some old fashioned gone fishin'
[Yeah, fishing's great but I can't stand hooking the bait,
I've got too left feet plus motion sickness,
[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma
have to borrow some money]
Let's fly a kite [Let's burn
Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat,
ease on back and watch it sink
[Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year
just to shake the academy]
Casually note the blossom of phantom
[Verse Two] I'll make the waterfall
When the gods mimic the vintage
knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance
with a most cohesive spirit
Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller
The carousel balloon extravagant aware,
Warhead thorax and abdomen to
primitive horse back galloping
My index fingers rest in my talisman
branded up in the jackals skin
Weaving graceful through the
Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom
Bean stalk where the fiend
But that's got a ring to it so my
I walk through God's practical joke
And if they raise my rent again I'll spend
my nights practically soaked
Who spits silk dimensions with
a noose looped by the raft?
After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1,
I've clung to hope but see you in hell
I'll be that clear blue icicle that
Sturdy eye krulin, tin can skeleton,
Skull of a thousand dilapidated
I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants