Sweet cherry!

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Whitney (Cushioned By Foot Petals) by

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Pulp Fiction

...said they were lost
Between Insanity and Lopsidedville
Blvd.
Stumbling in dark drunk corners
Beguiled by fiction of
Haphazard
narratives
Decadent tidbits of sweet toppings
Acidic centers
...said they were lost
Between Insanity and Lopsidedville Blvd.

Thought

Heard you say you adored,
but it                                 right off the

left frontal cortex

synaping bitter wars cross
the corpus callosum; can you

spell r-e-a-l-i-t-y?

Fear

The thoughts I think;
In the air
Don't blame nobody
You think it too

Drowned out by the trivial
No, by the essential to the individual
Halt! what's solid for you?
This life thing

No soul likes rejection,
Yet, it's a puzzle piece
Get use to it
Punk-ass!

MusicMe

Fear

Seen


Now, ain't no need in running
from mister cuz he gon find ya anyhow,

   dipping and ducking sally
   ain't no good since used and abused by the hands of the devil under moon's strike

    heart don wax cold and done wit. No man can touch er' soul even if she let em.
    Told she crawled belly down wit dem snakes down da in the swamp,

seen her...

Now, ain't no need in running
from mister cuz he gon find ya anyhow

snuff ya light out.

SHINE!

Nope

Ain't gonna stand bottom lake
Stone feet
Ain't gonna fly straightway
Webbed net
Ain't gonna spill guts
To be tripped up bust lipped
Bloody torched tude

Save that song for the choir
Singing on corner 666 in black
Robes and white tube socks

Ain't gonna walk no high wire
Slipped wit olive oil
Ain't gonna hand heart
To no butcher
Ain't gonna kiss dem lips
laced wit lies
Ain't gonna ain't gonna

Save that song for the choir
Singing on corner 666 in black
Robes and white tube socks.