handsolo

i have nuthing to say.

coffee.

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

ahhh chu.



allergies blow.

I think I've seen the look before,yes,
it's kind of non-commital
It says come hither, baby, but then she's hard wood to whittle
it says it don't mean a thing, but still, somebody does
She'd like you to join the club that likes to say
there's no such thing as love and

It's a mad mission
Under difficult conditions
not everybody makes it
To the...
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