[I) Interstellar Combine Races Towards Pluto]
Milk toast shag scabs greased lips. Propped north
Ass pastel pillows. Digest tight Valentino damp boxes.
Elmer's glazed moron teeth. ...Read Full Lyrics
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The Dogorez and one mike stand. A small brawl that
Comes between lovers. It just breaks my heart. I'm pawn
Life. Calls the world "Arena Grand". Bone gameshow. A
Small joke Christ p...Read Full Lyrics
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Drip strawberry juice. Open shutters. Death birds.
Elated. Elected. Universe. Sedative vein. Whole grain
Layered. Brightest sunshine. Brightest day. Spills the
Kitten's milk. Cuts ...Read Full Lyrics
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I) New Minneapolis, Sea of Tranquility on Luna
You can't walk today. Purchase and obtuse.
I will melt and flow a mile, but what sees Earth move when you're dead.
One vein flow...Read Full Lyrics
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Halcyon prick absinthe loaded. Popes moselle in
Christ, slurping dead Jim's fat ass wife with shamrocks
And driftwood. I'm an articulate man, but the chanty
Says to fuck. Scrape.
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"A touch of Earther rural folklore for the long trip."
I) Athens, MI; High School Graduation and a Bloody Nose
Below the thumb resides a prairie tagged Monhalo. Old as dumb. Does...Read Full Lyrics
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"My girlfriend and I are quite poor. So we crash funeral gatherings for the free food.
Hell, everybody's so busy crying and consoling; they don't even notice us in the coatroom p...Read Full Lyrics
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[Brent:] Christ, you've toiled hard. So grab a stool. You
Get to buy the first round.
[Jesus:] Guiness Stout?
[Brent:] I'll cleanse your feet with my beer. We'll have
Another rou...Read Full Lyrics
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I) After the Great Toronto Plague of 1998
Fake your death. Plant a bomb. A note with a dental record. Move Away. Dublin's calling. Reserve a Euroticket today.
This life is borin...Read Full Lyrics
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Here's my garden. Rowed lilacs drip purple. Crane
Park's slick dawn dew. Twilight. Clock's twenty past
Four. Packed five vitamin C blot Akbar gushing. Brian
Climb soda need, Chuck,...Read Full Lyrics
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