twisted at misty the habits just hit me quick as they come i am gone
long drwan out song to tweetle to,
dumbdumbdumbdumb
i like how the dee and bee colide
concious to the tickling at my toes and my noes smells something sweet and it lingers.
fingers collecting at the bones my tone is earth brown.
down around my eyes pour frowns
the meeting street cleaning at four fifteen and the sun is still underground
shadows and bright clowns and earthquakes and buddha dreams inside my closet alone.
the gallery is closed and no one watches the doorframe
eht ned dyslicic

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the nomes no no
grow how slow
a hundred years and i puke
cause i don't care.

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sitting on fists of morining bliss i missed the kiss the night should have left,
instead of whats right i stood out all night my mind will ignight and burn down the sight
a crime of confusion, oh doctor dilsloutioun was the controbution that broke the weak camles back.
racked all but senceless I attack when i'm restless and to my defencess i'm cute, and aloof.
the spoof on life the mad mans side i step in a glide with pride, piss off.
find fourtiouns a foot and feet in my mouth and this is my spout that i'm spewing.
aluding to what, becides the missed bus my fists and sleve cuffs cumbust.
crumbs and bread cover my head what's more to be said theres more to be blead form my juice.
convay and collide headbuts are my bride and my skull fucks a pain inside.
a dance with the devil with the trebel turned down the bace puffs my face insideout.
clout couldn't cover what's been uncovered and no mother could smother but sisters and brothers could look away.
strange days,
the phrase at the end.
my friends.
jim who?

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