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Hell with no is the worst hell. five minutes after brakes
chasing windmills. we were all born short, that is why we
heels. even the pope that bass you feel. he's got tinted windows
and purple stripes, every part of the car is white. when he
honks the horn she knows it's time. arguing all day and
night. he'll move out of his parents' she becomes his wife. the
on crucifixes makes you blind! who the fuck but jesus can say
you're fine? who the fuck god's in me..

fibreglass hummingbird...tiny looks rad! the hummingbird's a
civic - jesus died for your sins - catholic fashion, not just
bread eating

lesson in Civics #1: no 'till you're sure you're done. black
windshield out the sun. kinda meaty purr when the engine
runs. hanging out by the girl school all of june, like a of cabs
but better groomed. local parents the kids are doomed. sleepy
lids from monoxide fumes. he knows leaning on the roof, offers
her a ride but it's no use. graduation's kissing
booth. held - goddammit!!!

pull up to the peel out like a prayer. and not a god damned
thing can mess my hair. don't satisfaction 'cause there's
there beyond what you see, feel, hear, or wear... whatever!
let the priests worry about that! he's on the to get my
back. most of the time salvation seems like a trap. bass = harps,
halos = hubcaps. we have it figured out, it's the of the lord:
holiness is black light running boards! it's there in the bible,
building absorbed, the first man - i'm adam!