don't tell elvis
but I want to have dirty sex with him.
Sisters of Murphy
Oh The Sisters of Murphy, they have not yet moved from this place.
They were waiting for me to make sure that I live in disgrace.
Well, they brought me some bad luck and then they put egg on my face.
Oh I hope you avoid them if you prefer Fortune's embrace.
Yes, you who have grandeur and excellence weaved in your dreams,
Don't follow those sirens, you know they are not what they seem.
If your life is a seed waiting calmly for sunshine and rain,
They will bind you with hope on a fruitless forsaken terrain.
They came at the moment that sleep reached the edge of my bed.
They lost all my keys and turned all my gold into lead.
When you're sure dawn's pink hand will brink comfort to end all you dread,
They will stretch out the night to make sure that you wish you were dead.
They were waiting for me to make sure that I live in disgrace.
Well, they brought me some bad luck and then they put egg on my face.
Oh I hope you avoid them if you prefer Fortune's embrace.
Yes, you who have grandeur and excellence weaved in your dreams,
Don't follow those sirens, you know they are not what they seem.
If your life is a seed waiting calmly for sunshine and rain,
They will bind you with hope on a fruitless forsaken terrain.
They came at the moment that sleep reached the edge of my bed.
They lost all my keys and turned all my gold into lead.
When you're sure dawn's pink hand will brink comfort to end all you dread,
They will stretch out the night to make sure that you wish you were dead.
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melancholy
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(no subject)
how do yo'll like my new hair cut, eh?
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aggravated
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(no subject)
My taste for transgression is bigger than ever.
I WANT YOU, DOSTOYEVSKY! I WANT YOUR BRILIANT RUSSIAN ASS!
I WANT YOU, DOSTOYEVSKY! I WANT YOUR BRILIANT RUSSIAN ASS!
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horny
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and I'm one of the lousey little poets tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson....
Chelsey Clinton Hotel # 37289947
(poem for Kate)
it's 2:18 in the morning, the middle of february.
I'm Writing you here just 'cause I don't have anything better to do.
It's cold but not snowy
I hate where I'm living
there's silence on Macabi Street all through the evening.
I hear that you taking a shower, somewhere in Framingham.
You're living for Percival,
I hope you're documenting your wild monkey-sex.
And AIM came and showed me your name
It had you in grey on the night you planned to go offline
did you ever come online?
sincerely L. Fishtouch.
(poem for Kate)
it's 2:18 in the morning, the middle of february.
I'm Writing you here just 'cause I don't have anything better to do.
It's cold but not snowy
I hate where I'm living
there's silence on Macabi Street all through the evening.
I hear that you taking a shower, somewhere in Framingham.
You're living for Percival,
I hope you're documenting your wild monkey-sex.
And AIM came and showed me your name
It had you in grey on the night you planned to go offline
did you ever come online?
sincerely L. Fishtouch.
I am Johnorific
Now that we have all arrived with our purple porpoise, may we perhaps lie down and get to beeswax? My beeswax is as follows: What, exactly, is the nurture of the Purple Spec? Why does it grab us so?
Sisters of Mercy
In the purple meadow where each of us was born
Christ and the Devil anointed us with horns
and in the forrest of the baboons who smack their crimson asses
you gently touched my hand and presented me with glasses....
Christ and the Devil anointed us with horns
and in the forrest of the baboons who smack their crimson asses
you gently touched my hand and presented me with glasses....
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jubilant
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I HAVE ARRIVED!!!
BEHOLD MY ANALYTICAL ABILITIES AND MY GARGANTUOUS PENIS!
BEHOLD MY ANALYTICAL ABILITIES AND MY GARGANTUOUS PENIS!
(no subject)
I am also in the house, that is to say, I have arrived at this place which is indeed not a place at all, but a concept.
(no subject)
all in all is all we all are.