Saturday, October 21, 2006

Bringing Out the Garbage

ADRENALINE

You keep a think for it to see
You see the think the light to be
The shore is starting to cohort
With links to out sides male the port
We show the way to live is fine
The time is right to hold the tide
There runs a road of glass and beads
The famine of a million seeds
The bricks are doing plenty time
The woman bathes in running slime
The babies catch the early fog
We keep the cats and kill the dogs
The letters tumble like the rain
We shoot for pictures out in maine
The wires are hard and switch cannot
The plates tectonic into rot
The orange switches turns the on
We hope that no one reds the song
The jeep is packed with winsome lies
The train is milling forty miles
The mind would like to pack the wind
The wind would like to fuck with me
I see the it begins to schmuck
The lit that shows is awesome luck
We can’t object the object fill
And when forget the will’s the bill.

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