You know so little about me. What if I turn into a werewolf or something?
The more I see, the less I scream. The figure eight inside out is infinity
The naked light bulb is always wrong
They make your brain complete, then they blow it to kingdom come
Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot. Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me. Trespass your torments if you are what you want to be
I once impersonated a shop work dummy. The Levi jean has always been stronger than the Uzi
A dwarf takes his cockerel out of the cockfight. Falcons attack the pigeons in the West Wing at night
Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot. Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me. Trespass your torments if you are what you want to be
Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot. Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me. Trespass your torments if you are what you want to be
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