weather the watch
caught the secret
wish they haven't
told the old guard finding grey hairs in his coffee
the knife falling blood the slum goddess fire the
heart slash spurt burning the ambulance licking the
bleeding wound on the sand pound her flesh down
there finding the
pocket the old
defiling he guard still
gave up the fumbled while
ghost and sought screams in the
more then night caught up
she sang the refuge bring
it well down the knife
blood drips the
hand another
blood drips the
hand another
spurting her juices
coming now the act don't
that protects a bomb spoil the
under your head bullet meat motioning
wounds through your around this
breasts warming point
now flash the
knife again
the burning
heat
cries under
song stand
getting the body
hot still
now
Huron Hymn
razor heart the darkness
of you blue rising and the
sheriff starred on the point
how your temperature is
risingsing the flesh fallen the
bones splinter rust rack
the rolespilled upon the watered
wall this fear fasten
false scream the hold the
darkness innersing the flesh sing the flesh
fallen the bones splinter splinter
rust rack rack and the role
children in the morning traveled through the flow star
seem flight shine shine shine blood bounce repaired
the ginger glory rose upon the hit got find
choose blow 4 the afternoon gone out the
change so here this place late magic
in a station 2 bound playing make
was financial performance this
shot but drying another short quantity
burn burn your world final fought gate
product pranced moon reveals beamed
down there bit the single
minding cross bury
the sake bake
the cake
frostedwatch my green desk
thank you dust
driven
dent
d
d
d
d
d
d
d
gobbled in the d
forthright d
evening he d
beckoned d
ready for the chase d
dthis is how it builds up
baby
baby
baby
a soft one for you too
call
call
the
new
agent
Try a Little Tenderness
did
did you
did you think
did you think
did you think that
did you think that
why did you think that
did you think that i
i
you
you think that i couldn't be hurt
rolls
douglas furs
and
relish
a
silver spoon i have your number mister
don dick screamed at the
sink fading horizon as the
pitch fork valley roared
dreams
your
glassy eye here in the five star
line up had erased the
sin picture by then and
floor polish found anne queen of the
slivers ball shivering under his
pots sleep
match books
pine here anne decided
tire that having slipped more
holes times than this one i'll
fixture come with my hands raised
blades
junk sales do dick we asked that one
too but only one will blow
wire
plate this was the kill
roof
brass bells anne she fell right away
slurp fuck fingered cunt and
oak this here or so
garden rake
spring
plastic sheet rightly the fog cleared not
so much for sake but don
nails dick wanted it back
sand rings
soap
cardboard box here the trees grow
empty me please nothing's too much how does it
feel to be down there and so heavy but myra
managed a simile who will vote for your cunt
that's what happened groping at the roadside inn
what fever this brought to the small him o moby what will
the captain say two cigarettes dropped from the clouds
this is piece he felt the rippling flesh of her
thigh and got caught somewhere in this area who
will save us now i've tasted better
but the juice flowed over him
throwing the chain
overboard i
don't want
this village
however once
green came
suck he
raised his
hand
another point for us he
came forward and
felt the hot bell
this is a case for the
mother superior who
then arose and
dismissed
the closet
sisters this sin is most
where the birds
flow over what
adventure
Ohm Trees
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sugar and
green feathers
timber
among these nights there are
some in the long secret songs of
voices you are final to the posted
silence of wantingmotions of the past the lines
fold and meet somewhere
you would be along this coursetouch the cold walls of every living
so long fought these forces are found
closer to your heart than told your imagethe earth full with growth
contained within what you behold
as being and caught betweena song is silence only as shown
forth to what you or can feel once
sent to carry on
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