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Do you the warm progress
the stars?
Do you we exist?
you forgotten the keys
to the
Have you been yet
& are you
Let's the gods, all teh myths
of the
Celebrate symbols from elder forests
you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient
We need great copulations
The are cackling in trees
of the
Our is dead in the sea
Do you know we are led to
slaughters by admirals
& that fat slow are getting
obscene on young
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry beast
bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of vine
amassing for on innocent
herdsman who are just
O creator of being
grant us one hour to
our art
& perfect our
The moths & atheists are divine
&
We live, we die
& not ends it
we more into the

Cling to
Our passion'd
Cling to & cocks
of
We got our final
by
Columbus got
filled w/green
(I touched her
& smiled)
We have assembled this ancient
& insane
To propagate our for life
& flee the wisdom
of the
The barns are
The windows
& only one of all the
To dance & us
divine mockery
of
inflames temperament
(When the King's murderers
are allowed to roam
a Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the
we are
Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
us an hour for magic
We of the purple
We of the flight
& hour
We of pleasures's breed
We of sundome & the
us creed
To
A of lust
Give us in
The
Give of
hues
a mandala
for me & for you
& for silky
house
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has claimed
We to believe
in the old days
We receive
In ways
The of Kindness
& unsporting
& allow
Did you know exists
in school
Did you know are
our prisons
w/in a jail, w/in a
w/in a white free

We're perched
on the of boredom
We're reaching for
on the end of a
trying for something
that's already us
Wow, I'm of doubt
in the light of certain

Cruel
The sevants have the
dog-men & mean women
pulling poor over
our
I'm sick of faces
Starong at me the T.V.
Tower, I want in
my bower; dig?
babies, rubies
must now aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant that's
are waiting to take us into
the severed
Do you know how pale & thrillful
comes on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
& us wings
we had shoulders
smooth as

No more money, no more dress
other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw incest
& obedience to a vegetable law
I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the Giant