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Hell with no tercels is the worst hell. five minutes brakes
chasing windmills. we all born short, that is why we wear
heels. even the pope wants that bass you feel. got tinted windows
and purple stripes, every other part of the car is white. he
honks the horn she knows it's time. arguing all day and
night. move out of his parents' when she becomes his wife. the
shine on crucifixes makes you blind! who the fuck but 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 - catholic fashion, that's not just
bread eating

lesson in Civics #1: no hubcaps 'till you're 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 groomed. local parents think the kids are doomed. sleepy
lids from monoxide fumes. girl he knows leaning on the roof,
her a ride but it's no use. hatchback: kissing
booth. back - goddammit!!!

up to the church peel out like a prayer. and not a god damned
thing can mess my hair. don't satisfaction 'cause there's
something beyond what you see, feel, hear, or wear... whatever!
let the priests worry about that! on the cross to get my
back. of the time salvation seems like a trap. bass bins = 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,
absorbed, from the first man - i'm adam!