Friday, July 11, 2008

Illiterate Lovely Eyes

I got a letter,
From way down under,
The sink,
Just never call her,
Just never call her,
I say,
You wouldn't say.

What else is there?

Some bloody aces,
She's drawing faces,
Of trees,
She'll never hurt them,
Like she'll never touch me,
I got a rainbow,
I got a rainbow.

Oh, glance but don't stare.

Oh, he misses his hair.

Mary, so ordinary,
Peter, will make chicken,
Out of everything.

Spectrum,
Lonely spectrum,
You have to break the glass,
To shed some light,
Some even light.

Cause all the colors on the feedback,
Will never stop,
Until I come back,
Again.

Oh, Layne,
Stop making it such a bitter cocaine,
I know,
You haven't slept,
In a while,
So have you, girl?
And I'm talking to myself again,
I'm talking,
Spitting,
Out of trend,
I know.

What you do,
When the bearded man is outta view,
You would call the culinary,
Hoping for some salvation in red.

The boys want you dead.

I could save you,
But I've got better things to do.

I could take you,
But I've got no shelf-confidence.

Gucci piggies,
Neon stars,
Goddammit Satan,
Whoever you are.

And they all go home,
With a satisfactory smile,
Sadist factory,
Indeed.

When it's summer,
And you can't tell the difference,
Then I guess,
This is my,
Cue.

Cocktail dress,
What a fucking mess,
To be made,
In time,
For the renegade,
Of a stupid rhyme,
Full of stupid fate,
But I guess I'm not,
One to relate,
To the lady,
Who's had too much,
Time on her own.

And the window's talking,
Everyone's walking,
From you.

You married something,
I'd never wear,
In a zoo.

And as I look at you through the 5.45 sunlight,
I'm wondering where you learned,
How to tie it so tight.

I guess I shouldn't have skipped all that scouts.

5.46


Buzz buzzzzzzzz fucking let me in honey.


BASSSHH BASSSHHH remember all that money.


Fuck the sound effects, I wish you would've hurried.


6.00

I'm coming

YOU BETTER WISH THAT WEREN'T YOUR LAST TIME.

God, If I have to believe in you for all of this to end I would.

-And I'm wondering who could be writing this.

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