woke up in the back of '99 Camry
with my laughter inside of me, I
clambered out the canopy with no vanity
plates on the eighth day of the eighth month of a long ride with
no sanity
can't say this is where I planned to be
can't say I planned much, just a
couple of cans of entropy in my memory, when
suddenly, with no warning
hear you back with
that studied former melody
and just
having you here in mind
with me is making me sick
maybe that explains
all of
my anti-authority
and now I'm feeling
yeah, I'm feeling
I'm feeling
BAD
but I walk on past the tide, because I'm feeling
FREE
but these thoughts keep coming
in the orifice behind my eyes
BAD
half a cancer's past is at the back of cash advances
like that priest became a preacher just to touch the girls at dances
and the ashes of the fascists are the finest in the attic,
flowers went to seed the trees outgrew the confines of the planter
lazy panther light the lantern like leviathan on niacin, I'm higher than
a born-again's intelligence... not saying much, I'm realer
than a mormon out of trouble, a banker working double,
a trooper's black leather fist the back a bleeding cranium
there we got uranium, buried up the cemetery's allegories
tell your California seeds conceive the action
their little deeds delete the passion
but their attitudes will next dictate they way they spin their last one
Fatter needle's counterpoint to kill a little louder
at the foundry county fire from the faucet is
the little we distill to fill the landfill that is consciousness, I can see the
Underwater undercover cut covert the copy, but I bought
a little story from the classical anatomy,
classism is classified according to catastrophe,
figure we're just due a later level of geology
(figure we're just due a later level of geology)
(figure we're just due a later level of geology)
BAD
but I don't give up the fight, because I'm feeling
FREE
so you don't give up the fight you mother fucker, cause it's
BAD
Automate it, that's the final line of my biography
Topically, I'm best applied in thin coats of biology
Technically, I'm skeptical, but actually elliptical
Surrender all your syllables, pause and close your eyes and count to
seven then we'll guess a number decades left in heaven
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