pharaoh

I keep crashing out and dreaming about
black African goddesses in white Western underwear

So there

And when you say everybody is a star in the end
Then the greatest starfucker's your boyfriend who says
"I've always loved the smell of your blood
Don't ask me why, I don't try."


Not going down in a ball of fire
A little man sitting on my shoulder
Top hat and tails and he carries a folder
And written within is a list of the men
Who went down before me.
Am I not going down?
It's like Carry On Through The Clouds
It's like flying with Satan sharing the navigation
And he keeps grabbin' hold of the controls


Somewhere on my journey I saw everything
Where the songs do grow
And the flowers can sing

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i'm all out of pepper. who runs out of pepper?

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i got up before noon today.