Body withers without stories to tell, the mind decays into dust and cobwebs through neglect. Sew your mouth shut. Devour words and fill fabricated lands with them, all the hypothetical arrangement. The excitement hidden in my voice and killing vibe. Accidental. It is extreme and nice.
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Does he have the heart and the motivation to kill a six pack of Oregon's finest brew? It would certainly be a feat of legendary performance. The body would reel and recoil after the calories and stupid alcohol breath. At least he can brush his teeth. Coyote yells in the parking lot, the high school punks meet here too the day before veteran's day. the extended weekend to feel stupid and ridiculed again in the morning.
"If you could only listen to one album forever, what would it be?"
four winds, the great gig in the sky, paint it black, on your way, two small deaths, bookworm, vital signs, joy, the kids aren't alright, rich kid blues, let's go get stoned, as long as it takes, stand by me this modern love in the most trustworthy tin cans. lime tree the lottery gravity. the basic four blood cops. blindfolds aside sweet disposition. far more gathering pebbles, kiel. big sea please come home some weekend night. I begged you everything, you're trailing yourself. Lovers in love stay awake! the prophet give life to the lifeless. bought the ticket took the ride on moths wings.
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write so extreme but with no audience. no one reads constantly. the words, even the carefully selected ones, are overlooked and it is decided that I should write myself a book of avant-garde phrases and random English-language mischief. I bet I have enough content to go through and edit to create 10 books on the execution of free-writing/free-association type writing. but some of it is outside of those labels. most of it, really.
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whiskey a go go presale.... dec 3rd rec date...
