Suing for damages. Leave the house for a
week. Hang from harm, harming from hang. Do suppose the chokehold is making
bright boys into newsworthy pictograms. Don’t suppose that sailors are skipping
through final examinations in case of smallpox. Trying to make a mess for a
whole lot more mess in the portholes, tramples the warm into hosiery and avoid
the big indictment. Go crazy, going crazy, gone jury. Bail out. Get up to the
neck. Being three hours late from the living point of view. Playing denim for
swell. Bet on bought bragged numbers and tidal massacres. Scary islands for
train wreck glibness in the map charts and numbering number two 2. Trouble is
sagacious crabbiness can’t be bells in proper noun sense. Played smart guitars
and shiny skirts. Borrow affluence via comedic value and matted smoking of
pleasant evenings in professorship. All captains of the freighter. Is a white
friend. Are a white countenance. Getting away from being ahead of not knowing
caring from creaming and circular drinking for fiendish rottenness. Lose, loss,
loose, loosen, lost esoteric beard trouncing. Fiery sigils at every edge of the
funeral so that people can see without drinking fatherless wine. As of now,
flannelled women are typecast in typecasting other women’s roles without
consent. Huts of sad timings and tidings. Stare for magistrates before
questions are asked and in usually what order is vapid and airy. Pick up in
business that loves the son with regret and adenoids. Glancing blow across the
cheap towels, glance again. Hurt with glances in grand juries.
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Whatever the hell I want
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The time we left the oven on silent
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Cerulean transposition
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Explanations that didn't stop at arch
retorts or rerouted prayer that back-shot and whomped all the way back down
the Tube of Time
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I know what I mean when you use mnemonics
and don't fasten them downwind properly and then they go flapping all over
the place until sundry turns up and shouts about his demonic coffee table
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Sharpening the pitchfork, gardening the
grub worms with a salad spoon, rasping the rectangular motion, creating a new
fazed phase for the woman of permanence to order taxis and takeout from in an
insane wink of her eye or a flounce of her leg.
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She has a department store all to herself
for the express purpose of cleaning it in front of homeless suckers or gentleman
of valour (she picks her days according to her dress size)
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He had a department store all to himself
but then the victory turned into numerical sequence and spritzed the creative
juices right out of him, causing a significant shift in power (not very good)
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They borrow my way forward like they borrow
drum sticks
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They deposit my lovely rakes in shopping
baskets that don't even work out
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We really don't want to know where the top
shelf is anymore
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We have ambitions now that juice our
viewpoint and cordon off the splash zone
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Time
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Can
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Time
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My Fragrance Right On
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