WINE AND GATES
Draw A Will, God Onions And Dread Me...
light to fliend
the salt in your vein's...
smiles by the mile, nihilism to kind
panic is a jewel to your sanity...
water for a fruit of conscience
found in the wait, of a silent trigger
for the right side of a patience
where plums save hickory from a slick pickle...
father's day, 1979
the toothache was incredible
the stars themselves have a policy of mete to climb
the tour of France, is worth time in the pool...
shaving in the mirror
righteous fame for a mound of clothes
the pirate, the starling, the swallow of fluting gum, were
weird to the bone, we say the hope, to owes
dried tears?
motivated pronouncement of teeth?
the seduction of a cold beer?
the patience of a hedgehog in the heath?
like fuel for the stars
the tripe of sincerity in the care of a which in stitches
beauty, bourbon, breath mint's, butler's and barbituate's
the pie was found, the courage to kiss the witches...
birds in the sky, with a gall to appreciate
the lung of a cow, in its myth of seldom seen words
dresses with painterly serpents, that sometimes jaded mayhem
in these flowers, we know the kind of rash heard
another day, without the crime of a century
this prowler of sudden highways and a mention of city's
that complete the guise of a clown to hurry...
with hunger, we cried, to see the big patty's...
a coke for a simple t-shirt
the logic of a wishy washy cause, in the Shannon
scare of a salt, in the craving knots of warts
pride is a fang best served with a shivering Noah...
the salt in your vein's...
smiles by the mile, nihilism to kind
panic is a jewel to your sanity...
water for a fruit of conscience
found in the wait, of a silent trigger
for the right side of a patience
where plums save hickory from a slick pickle...
father's day, 1979
the toothache was incredible
the stars themselves have a policy of mete to climb
the tour of France, is worth time in the pool...
shaving in the mirror
righteous fame for a mound of clothes
the pirate, the starling, the swallow of fluting gum, were
weird to the bone, we say the hope, to owes
dried tears?
motivated pronouncement of teeth?
the seduction of a cold beer?
the patience of a hedgehog in the heath?
like fuel for the stars
the tripe of sincerity in the care of a which in stitches
beauty, bourbon, breath mint's, butler's and barbituate's
the pie was found, the courage to kiss the witches...
birds in the sky, with a gall to appreciate
the lung of a cow, in its myth of seldom seen words
dresses with painterly serpents, that sometimes jaded mayhem
in these flowers, we know the kind of rash heard
another day, without the crime of a century
this prowler of sudden highways and a mention of city's
that complete the guise of a clown to hurry...
with hunger, we cried, to see the big patty's...
a coke for a simple t-shirt
the logic of a wishy washy cause, in the Shannon
scare of a salt, in the craving knots of warts
pride is a fang best served with a shivering Noah...
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Draw A Will, God Onions And Dread Me...
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