Wednesday, August 7, 2013

I tried to fly, you know, and when I came in to land, is it safe? Am I going to stake this fifty dollar bill? There's a boy in my house, and he's playing on the couch. Where is it? The missing case figuring in on my reel.

There comes  a second man in my moms illicit majesty  Who would care if you do it when there's a doll to lose? How is this so surreal? 

Are you in your mask? What happens when we lose time? What's in your life? We were having fun at twelve o'clock. 

They'll be gone tonight when we're standing on the sky in our avenue. Are we at least living like beasts for a fifty dollar bill? Because there's an angry mob here for my wig. 

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