saddle up, buttercup
we're going for a ride
to an academic forest
with brown-shadowed butterflies
"i'll take it medium rare," said the orphan to the doctor
"who are you to call me 'doctor'?" said the doctor to the child
"i'm an organism with a certificate that says you're lonely," was the orphan's fraternal response
"that makes two of us, charley," and then they both went inside
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
as a
satan was a jockey
with a horse in every window
at night he plays the victim
who is totally in the know
save it for the sailors
on a train
and with 'The Whalers'
i wish i was a black man
with a guitar
with a horse in every window
at night he plays the victim
who is totally in the know
save it for the sailors
on a train
and with 'The Whalers'
i wish i was a black man
with a guitar
Thursday, February 7, 2008
if the
things should be much more simple
with a sore throat
things like jogging and biking and testing
and blogging and hiking and infesting
and just being true to your school
itll be okay, baby
take two of these and call me in the morning
every time i hate it
te recuerdo constantamente
with a sore throat
things like jogging and biking and testing
and blogging and hiking and infesting
and just being true to your school
itll be okay, baby
take two of these and call me in the morning
every time i hate it
te recuerdo constantamente
Saturday, February 2, 2008
and on
my friends are in a fist fight
my friends are in a fist fight
my friends have had a fist fight
my friends have had a fist fight
they never knew what it was like
never knew what it was like
they never knew what it was like
my friends my friends my friends
have had are in a fist fight
my friends are in a fist fight
my friends have had a fist fight
my friends have had a fist fight
they never knew what it was like
never knew what it was like
they never knew what it was like
my friends my friends my friends
have had are in a fist fight
Friday, February 1, 2008
out on
I was born on the back of an abandoned canyon
the canyon was made out of fiberglass
friends that would visit, not friends
were more frequent
i might be made out of fiberglass
tell everyone that nothing can grow while
the valley is crawling with spies
tell everyone i know all your secrets
the canyon, the octagon, the fists,
the anatomy
was all just a world war disguise
the canyon was made out of fiberglass
friends that would visit, not friends
were more frequent
i might be made out of fiberglass
tell everyone that nothing can grow while
the valley is crawling with spies
tell everyone i know all your secrets
the canyon, the octagon, the fists,
the anatomy
was all just a world war disguise
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