WINE AND GATES

May Itch Confusion Etc. Inc. (Prigs And Cigs)

confusion at the gates
of realms of possibility, and the ash of a neglect
the role of martyrs and the patience
is this marvel of countinance the reason we are elect?

taste of a hand that feeds
the more we tell the worth of a kind means
the more we know the lucre of a real seeds
the passage of courtesy into the jungle, where the river seems

bullets and the art of heads that love the windy
they did, the sense of liberty to requite the energies of non
the milk, the butter, the mouse to hinder the eddy
of worth in the corner of the eye, is your tongue the wrong

never thought, never indicated
never in love, we have told the reason of bites to be
thinking but a livid peace in the cause of sated...
whether we do, we are who, is a recollections key

smell of alcohol on the breath of a version of sin
the life in the quarter of sincerity is made like a sandwich
where the marriage of senses is a lure of new stimulation
are you ready for religion, which has the senses for a mention


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