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We are not amused We are not amused!We are not amused by ~inoxid
When i think of it...
All of this will wear out
It's hard to swallow but it's fate
And it closes down on me
Ready to grip me
Ready to eat me
And spit me out ten thousand years late
So far from my landscapes
That i wish i could poke
My way back to that shack where i lay
Hoochie-coochie,
Constant fool of wine and smoke
So far from the landscapes
That i'm sick.
Homesick of myself.
I wake to vivid dreams of coming back to the Land,
Old, deserted, and sneaky, and necessarily alien
Here it's always the same ease with no use
It's boom boom and tchak-a-tchak
The same old story ten times reduced
To the point whe
Iconics Iconics (in brief moments of panic)Iconics by ~inoxid
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"Will you test me as my Confessor, lest I neglect my own progress?
I will."(1)
Something take me back to it, make me belong
To this skin, to that place
To that plane of flammable dust
Let me smell the odour of my own life, short of incense or holy perfume.
Covered in concrete and leather yet I still am a flower
Major statements came and went
Left me staggering like an idiot
Drunken with their words and their atavistic truths.
I stick a needle into the map
And believe that the rock will crumble;
I wave my hands at the sky
Cause I'm a believer.
"celles-là étaient des étoiles folles dans d
Sta.sh
Hola, voisin !
