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Baseheads locally all spark plugs
disregard for a dying man's shark jump
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any oncepale horse painted black
Face masking, ebony propeller hat
Clubmans, gloved grappling the clutch span
Tuck go the steel toe, gate spreading
For the dead-alive that rented parking 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" him floating over 20 busses
and festive
Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can a few excited fibers to assign
no zen in the art of maintenance
Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes
Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends out your phone

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a that defies belief
what our fundamental sciences teach,
every other lion asleep
- mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine
- mine eyes, mine teeth

The man-ape translates glam thru the
in water lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and
Crammed in a one-player
Blinker like a hallowed over Samhain
Span where the hands mandate
Bars an of the arms
They're instead of being farmed
Tonight a marmalade venus
Haunted mowers chewing every yard of mud between us
Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette,
All cones you can slalom when your
Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined
And by a New Yank Yorkee
Who knew that any moment he lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring
And he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie
The scarfthank new hobby, kssssht! copy

and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside our fundamental sciences teach,
every other lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine

It was an act of hubris
a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet
Away on a relentless bid for inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra Ursa Minor getting warmer
I crowbar into the pecking
The dreck the whores and Betty Ford-ers
Hug a double yellow
Knobby like a rat on a rope
little fuckers run on passion alone
This is the product ofa d.i.y. inadequate
Grabbing a cabin in
Actin' a savage in the of Rome
Amassed against insufferable
Fashioning out of plastic and bone
I got the motordrome walls of splintering under me
All-city galvanized bikes knuckling
Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the
PS - I wrote on a self-destructing memo...