I can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.
As in The ice petals of an orchid challenging an entire glacier comprised of all that enchanted the very same seed from which
I’ve crowned The Mighty Never in… For if and when are where I’ve al… To hang the Hows and crucify the… An oath I’ll take to ev’ry grave… The idlest illness in any patient;
Cut me loose from this cloud of be… Poke a hole in my heart for the wo… Rip me apart from this warm suicid… I spot rats in my tunnel of trampl… O God, let me drive into the tree…
This puzzle is missing the weirdes… The eyes of the monkey. We appreciate your cooperation With our employees As they carry out their duties;
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
My time is infinite, my blood is t… My eyes are old as they witness de… Objective and obvious, clear and q… The truth may be strange but it fi… Writhing in your will, eyeing the…
Tuck me under the blundering sun When I was the younger wondering… I could make liquid diamonds from… I could be fairly invisible too, Spying on bugs while hiding from y…
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
Someday I’m going to build a rope… and hang my thoughts in the attic. And sleep like a lightning bug smeared across a yellow wiffle-bal… Someday long after that,
Hug my brain and kiss my eyeballs, There were no silly invisible walls. But forced I love yous
Farts of the ignoramus puff throug… Settling like a godzillian foot up… Waving at oxblockheads gumming wai… Mimicking hardcore hallmark mawks… Intravenously syphoning squalid tr…
It follows to say I thought what… But nothing arrived and time was n… If only the space in which I have… Came back to conquer my authored s… I might well be on my way to where
In the spirit of dire news he’s holed his old souls! Walking so hard and so long through the coals. But you cannot master fire
In a matter of reincarnation and scientific facts, My anima has been automated to trade an eye for an axe. The weary way in which I wallow
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