Our silver lining word immortal with the thrill of it the settlement millions
the right to say beginner and mean we recur and find comfort in
recurrence otherwise I'd watch him burn jive the oracular rains back to shore and treat the brief epic like a glaring alternative you wish you didn't require you cannot live without.
I'm saying what is the sweet thing aching in the eyes of the lifeless that we risk their envy their fit of ghosts to invent the hero who disappears them Who is the hero now?
Your power's all dirty and a rapper out of Miami, calls himself Clams Casino he reached out to Osiris got him off that Al Jolson Jazz Singer horror was you hero then fisted chorus of a negro entropy empathy trophy immediate and sober who is your hero now?
I'm a peaceful girl in spite of it all but I'm considering spreading these limber things into a fine and mellow dynasty while it's still supple will and wine I mean on a couple covers I mean that seductive innocence that makes the men touch themselves until the clouds swell while I whisper a faux submissive who's your hero now ? Going the healer route is power beautiful as it ebbs into duty how is your beauty now automatic I'm howling against the urge to be proud of war when it coordinates my people and the lure of the solo is who are my people now? Patient for crime. The disorientation of sweet violence awake in us again
and we are expensive
we are so expansive
and freedom isn't even romantic unless it's by accident we wondered
and the will only fails when it opposes the imagination so much the lucky trickster tricks himself also He wears false diamonds as willingly as real ones
and the will only fails when it opposes the imagination so much the lucky trickster tricks himself also He wears false diamonds as willingly as real ones
