WINE AND GATES
Cooked Ahead Of Time, Like You Like It, Thus
thunder, thunk, Thursday, thule?
roses are ready, violets are blown
where has my little dolly gone, if I know how to will?
the arduous for a lip of causes in the don't?
past or now as nasty
the lover of cope in our courages has failed to appear...
if to requiem, the our of our hasty
persistant to clash, the art of honor is as good as being fear...
lips, od fruit, if not solace of generation or skin
compared to my thumb, the waste of space
is a liberty of choice, in the school of intimation
of risks of condition if a raging more, to face...?
please, the role of demands for anow, the new pressure of kissing?
is the toil of justice to call upon, the realm of sour or its passivity for powers?
ilk upon the since, silken ears of dreams to question, the army of wisdom...
prayers to and and the hand of somber news, to answer a fish in the sound of houses...
predators?
the angel of riches in the miracle we don't see
the might of sincerity for a reach of done, lords
the actual life of sharing omission is a risen key...
terror
the at or the sat of sedition in our homes
the walls of judged appetites and the ample wishes of hair
is a smouldering flush of distances to the siphoning of gasoline, thoroughly?
music?
if to collect a searching thought, the actuality of zombified fingers
in the stare of solutions for excess, of a nature to come, for enthusiasm
improper or a king on his those, the light we see is still cared for echoes to linger...
pains of chances in the must, of courage anew
the alcohol of visits martyrs, the march of time, to live in a real how
the ambivalency of shame, to worth in the mirth of others, a shoe
in love with you is more than a habit of cold schema, give us a go...
yonder math of sophistication and sadism of reasons known, passes
the walls of gestures and the mosts of heathen kisses to a risen hand, of anger
implied though a heart may be, the sourness of curses in your laughing, hassles
many rotten oily forceful lips of redemption for you to remember, direction and ranges...
penny, penny
walls of choices made, to agree on but the store of could, in our final lore
to quiet rooms and the arse of gestures seen, the coursing miles until enmity
is a role in the hey, over which is a misery in the toes, a song to wish upon the world...?
roses are ready, violets are blown
where has my little dolly gone, if I know how to will?
the arduous for a lip of causes in the don't?
past or now as nasty
the lover of cope in our courages has failed to appear...
if to requiem, the our of our hasty
persistant to clash, the art of honor is as good as being fear...
lips, od fruit, if not solace of generation or skin
compared to my thumb, the waste of space
is a liberty of choice, in the school of intimation
of risks of condition if a raging more, to face...?
please, the role of demands for anow, the new pressure of kissing?
is the toil of justice to call upon, the realm of sour or its passivity for powers?
ilk upon the since, silken ears of dreams to question, the army of wisdom...
prayers to and and the hand of somber news, to answer a fish in the sound of houses...
predators?
the angel of riches in the miracle we don't see
the might of sincerity for a reach of done, lords
the actual life of sharing omission is a risen key...
terror
the at or the sat of sedition in our homes
the walls of judged appetites and the ample wishes of hair
is a smouldering flush of distances to the siphoning of gasoline, thoroughly?
music?
if to collect a searching thought, the actuality of zombified fingers
in the stare of solutions for excess, of a nature to come, for enthusiasm
improper or a king on his those, the light we see is still cared for echoes to linger...
pains of chances in the must, of courage anew
the alcohol of visits martyrs, the march of time, to live in a real how
the ambivalency of shame, to worth in the mirth of others, a shoe
in love with you is more than a habit of cold schema, give us a go...
yonder math of sophistication and sadism of reasons known, passes
the walls of gestures and the mosts of heathen kisses to a risen hand, of anger
implied though a heart may be, the sourness of curses in your laughing, hassles
many rotten oily forceful lips of redemption for you to remember, direction and ranges...
penny, penny
walls of choices made, to agree on but the store of could, in our final lore
to quiet rooms and the arse of gestures seen, the coursing miles until enmity
is a role in the hey, over which is a misery in the toes, a song to wish upon the world...?
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Cooked Ahead Of Time, Like You Like It, Thus
Cooked Ahead Of Time, Like You Like It, Thus