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the trail, back to dark side, kerosene in the veins, we go alone
to whom it may concern, I toast until I become insane, and I do so without you
a word to the wise, I am the small howlin'ant
my living room is my friend, ups and downs of an ordinary life
the ocean is far and I swim in my sink
they waste food and I don't eat my fill
I smoke and I'm drunk, tonight I'll go to bed stoned - then I could kill my dreams all gone with the moon
kill the noise, stop the sound, make it better
a word to the wise - don’t forget what I am
I’m a small howlin’ant - I’ll keep my dreams from the collected crumbs
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I need a good distraction, and everyday I think of a ride
avoid any form of question
my frustration won when I started my job, head in the clouds, I still don't control
no friends, I'm bored, I really need you
I really need a good distraction, and everyday I think of a ride
from dusk 'til dawn
spread on my page, my inspiration is reduced, a poem full of problems
the silence of the night is peaceful, the more I write the more I am high
my place is somewhere along the highway
I too squatted my jock, I jerk off to a better sleep
need a better place like you, a simple life like you got
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Split the Atom - a sip
04:17
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my lines devour my body aches, they give space to the strange place with angels
in the dark theatres, where fireflies illuminate a road freeing myself from a straightjacket
A toast in honour of her departure, the vomit of my sadness
draw the grimace from my bottoms up
I still have a sip left, I listen to big joe williams, and I dream of a path as in 8 miles
my head spends too much time in the clouds we have different point of views
my heart knocks like a drum, the summary of my thoughts
I jerk off my pen
unusual rite blends in my organisation, the days flow I work for them
as a tool by extension, I seek an answer to something but I don't know what
I still have a sip before feeling bad
upset the context, now you know what I'm looking for, I live for this
tough like a cockroach, I must get out, I live for this
I am afraid of myself, sow disorder
let me take one 8.6 we'll see what I have in the belly
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life does not joke, i'll be tenant even in hell
hum as does the wild youth, I mumble in my slum
I smoke some, days are alike
my collage in hands, I smoke some..
and I have poetic brain damages
please approve the expression of what I have to create
I hug myself even during my concerns
I spit my notes, I note that I hang on
write and eat words not to lose weight
cerebral medicine for the damned
the thoughts of those whose lives are on the sideline
simple life as a good sample
As violent as a pogo
there is no future, the day the world went away, I remember
this is the real street life
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