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Think hard,
what else helps me forget?
Think hard,
no one else makes me forget.

I count cars
and it helps and it offsets
the alcohol
and all the time i spent on Mars.

Think hard,
what else helps me forget?
Think hard,
no one else makes me forget.

I count stars
and I melt and I regret
the alcohol
and all that time i spent on Mars.

Think hard

How many, do you think,
immediately regret the decision?
To throw oneself,
to fall in her arms.
Death, a cold bitch
with warm skin
and a hard bed
like the canal's surface below Bourne.

When you stand in the desert like that
and fire a gun,
you hear the blast so loud,
and again, the echo off the plateau,
the cactuses stretching to the horizon
seem so much closer.
It's amazing what that volume will do
for your concept of permanence

Mr. Sun ( Read more... )

The way supple sirens bounce ( Read more... )

Tony's got the bends
and the bubbles burn
ginger in his lungs

(The trachea is not the esophagus,
you stupid boy!)

O, wretched effervescence
of drunk Frenchmen
playing with matches
speaking nonsense like
"les choses sont contre nous!"

(Well, then call the fucking militia,
I'm being drowned as we speak!)

He needs the buoyant, boisterous ( Read more... )

Riddle me this ( Read more... )