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Baseheads locally approach all spark
Total for a dying man's shark jump
Post-meridiem tungsten attracts any oncepale horse painted gunmetal black
Face masking, hard-shelled ebony hat
Clubmans, gloved rakes the clutch span
Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate
For the that rented parking space 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20
Fireproof and
Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few fibers to assign
no zen in the art of maintenance
Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing baby
is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies
Outside what our fundamental teach,
every other mighty lion
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth
- mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth

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

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

It was an act of hubris
More a lonely hearts club at the ofa magic bullet
on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Ursa getting warmer
I crowbar into the order
The dreck the whores and Betty Ford-ers
Hug a double spine
Knobby like a rat on a rope
little fuckers run on passion alone
This is the product ofa d.i.y. inadequate
a cabin in the-fuck-outta-dodge
Actin' a in the shadows of Rome
Amassed insufferable odds
Fashioning out of plastic and bone
I got the motordrome of death splintering under me
galvanized bikes white knuckling
Bright light, tunnel tuck in the devil
PS - I wrote on a self-destructing memo...