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This was written while I was listening to Horse The Band Rip n' cut n' though the gut GOES THE KNIFE Lovely suds in the blood Of course I am talking about my mind Torn to pieces But that is oh so common Torn to pieces Be you insane? I think otherwise Be you insane? I think otherwise Are you weird, surely you're not When you say so I say you're so dumb Of course I've been called weird but I prefer to refer to myself as strange Unusual in my interests at times or what leads to what Ere the di un SPLIT! Add to category number-twenty Never mind the numbers and math YOU ARE A WRITE-R Synthesizer star saturates the bar with MILKY love Beautiful scream of hate is therefore silent ZERO MARK Leave this unhindered by sentimentality and null feeling seal the reeling sta-sta-stutter into the vast! Rouge rogue go southward toward the boardwalk crutch hallowed by APOCALYPSE! Southern mess of strangulation stress stuffing the throat with dairy-wine Bleep bloop beep slop soup **** Peeling the head said me or was that an alternate personality? Can't remember now what was said between us as people or dream
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
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This was written while I was listening to Horse The Band Rip n' cut n' though the gut GOES THE KNIFE Lovely suds in the blood Of course I am talking about my mind Torn to pieces But that is oh so common Torn to pieces Be you insane? I think otherwise Be you insane? I think otherwise Are you weird, surely you're not When you say so I say you're so dumb Of course I've been called weird but I prefer to refer to myself as strange Unusual in my interests at times or what leads to what Ere the di un SPLIT! Add to category number-twenty Never mind the numbers and math YOU ARE A WRITE-R Synthesizer star saturates the bar with MILKY love Beautiful scream of hate is therefore silent ZERO MARK Leave this unhindered by sentimentality and null feeling seal the reeling sta-sta-stutter into the vast! Rouge rogue go southward toward the boardwalk crutch hallowed by APOCALYPSE! Southern mess of strangulation stress stuffing the throat with dairy-wine Bleep bloop beep slop soup **** Peeling the head said me or was that an alternate personality? Can't remember now what was said between us as people or dream
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
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