typewriter and science fiction

in non-chronological sequence all the chunks of the words you cant quite make out

The sharp ends of the alphabet

I wouldn�t I wouldn�t believe what they�re saying to you
I wouldn�t believe if you were facing brick wall

Come hold my plastic�

We are much like dentistry
Inner thigh
Fearing groin

I was expecting some sort of piece in your plastic chair

We can look like a scarecrow in your plastic gown

Inherited cancer
Inherited hypochondria

you and the doctors can just....

In out

I�ve been seeing different doctors
I�ve been feeling in plastic

plastic


the slump

Your dandelion picking frenzy gives you dehydration
You wont get me home in this state of mind
Youve been picking flowers from forbidden gardens
You wont get me home alive
I wont tell the neighbours your plans
[ Running around your white picket fencing white emulsion
paint ]

ive been nightmaring about some sci � fi fantasy
who are you


i'm no geologist

[ mr organized says ] � gRA the spoon fed are running around like you don�t know how to
TALK

I dont know how to handle tooth ache

the spoon fed

THE forks are running around . . .

the knives are still

Im crockery collecting . . . ill save you from plastic table
wear and CHAIRS

Ill save me from


We were supposed to avoid the plague but curiosity got a hold of arthritic limbs

Youre special go home

Take cover

The holes are open


ballot box end

Run round

I hope eye hole never oblique

[ Something inchoherent ]


0.0001 sex with falcons

in abandoned floor
take what you need
and through nearest exit leave
the leeches will
spend time
and I will hear all
that went on there

you are not what you seem
you are not what you see

[he wont sit still]

[you are not what you see]


Rooms were flies

Spiderman with all his bees will never rescue me
Spiderman
Spiderman

Take your hands
Take your hands to the sea
Wash the salt water away
I spent yesterday
Researching
Purely

The rooms they�ve been pleading
Asking someone to believe
Neither them
Nor me

Flies more like a wasp flapping its wing for anorexic novelist

Spiderman with all his bees will never ever rescue me

You�re lacking sawdust

You�re lacking


Day of shinpad

Get the diabetes stick
The king is wondering wondering
Why is no one listening listening
Reading the gloss
From newspaper spread
He wishes I were dead
I wish he were dead

Electric stutter pervert says

Electric stutter pervert said
Roar


No amount of beta blockers will help you now

Got a back pocket of werewolf hound
Can�t see the bees or the hive
She says ill be alright as long as I moan
Never succeed never survive
They�re building homes
For better lives
Without cardboard bones
All clich�d and lies

If you�re the hive then i'm the bee run run run away

Got climbing frames of hallway light
Can�t know what�s near, can�t help but collide
She says we'll be alright as far as I
Never believe in spaces on lines
We're building homes
For better lives
The walls record,
The walls revise


Electricity will do you great harm

As far as I�m concerned
The only best friends are
The shiny new things
And g*d without wings
Is only an old man
And I�m breeding
And I�m breeding
And I�m breeding
Like the rest of the scum

Keep filling her mouth
Even though she�s full
With fingers for thumbs
And piss poor gums
Start going blue
Like the drowning
Like the drowning
Like the drowning
Never arrive back home

And I've got the king

And I've got the king
And the monarchy�ll burn
For the sins they�ve done
To my backyard
To my backyard
To my backyard
To my backyard
To my backyard

What�s that smell?

What�s that smell?
That smell�s gasoline and your dreams

On gravitons we'll fly, so speak through my mailbox
I'll meet you inside, just shout through my mailbox


Tree

An alarm sounds
I will take us
I will hold
A plane journey
Always crashing
A plane journey
To take us home


Motorway exit + forest entrance

Exquisite fingernail
4 inches thick
It takes her 14 seconds
To strip him
To strip him thin

They can�t take me outside
In winter months
I keep myself entertained
With the end
With the end of time

Stop her complaining
She�s driving me crazy
She�ll only reply in
Numbers and names

Read between the lines
Of signs that need painting
That don�t lead to anywhere
But werewolves and werewolves and.




               

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