I do my best to sleep the caterwaul The classicists, the posturing I bought a macaw, named him Jules Verne probably outlive me, he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I teach him new
I saw a at the theme park She looked as real as me through the fog she melted down to her ankles Turned a million watt candle If I knew she went, I would follow
Walking through the of tomorrow Martian trinkets, plastic In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the coaster
Dreamt I was on a motorbike of Judah painted on the side
I'm doing fine, I'm back in the Life's a wash, a pastoral school China shops and cold towers I and I make to the Caesars Forcing down the of Decembers
Madeline, she spins in a bang All through the house, the strong smell of sage Let's make it and run out the spirits I know a bell when I hear it We're going down, now, under the
Light to dark, can in an instant Feeling but keeping my distance On all fours, she's just so Fills my mouth jump ropes and slit wrists Bust through the firewall heaven
And then I'm standing in blinding light Crooked falling from the sky
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