we mortgage the unspeakable. we fit small bowls into big ones and speak on misdeeds
that rhyme with chrysanthemum without the letter ' M '.
from an upside-down star
weaving cauldrons of unguarded hope
jiggling in the gelatinous yammering
of a misguided baby god's night terrors
and you still gotta go to work in the morning.
and for sleep. what's that ?
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
we mortgage the unspeakable. we fit small bowls into big ones and speak on misdeeds
that rhyme with chrysanthemum without the letter ' M '.
from an upside-down star
weaving cauldrons of unguarded hope
jiggling in the gelatinous yammering
of a misguided baby god's night terrors
and you still gotta go to work in the morning.
and for sleep. what's that ?
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