On the bed sheets
or
the rap sheets
it's
a ***** shoot.
I practise limping
for
when I am limp.
In the boatel which is a
hotel on water
I taught myself to type,
the letters always came out wavy.
The only motion we know is fast
forward and slow down the tape,
the masked man in his cape is
climbing my walls
which makes a nice change from
it being me.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
On the bed sheets
or
the rap sheets
it's
a ***** shoot.
I practise limping
for
when I am limp.
In the boatel which is a
hotel on water
I taught myself to type,
the letters always came out wavy.
The only motion we know is fast
forward and slow down the tape,
the masked man in his cape is
climbing my walls
which makes a nice change from
it being me.
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