J?me suis r?trouve, fauche faute de vaine Plume qu?a cela ne tienne, plus de carte de credit Mauvais au jeu, mauvais en haleine Looser en amour, allez
a fume of smoke, a perfumed grain. a strong bull pulls a strong till. a fume of smoke, a fume. i can not digest what i ingest in jest. what doth i protest
Come on, where are you? Why do you tease me? Comma where are you? I'm pleased to meet you. What can you teach me? Black kites at night, they make me nervous
Bless my city with twelve songs: One for do-rights, two for wrongs. Three for youth, elders make four. Five for belov'd ancestors. Six for wealthy, seven
imagine everyone you knew hands tied and standing in a queue. this could be serious. surround the house with every dead. this could be serious. it could
The clientele: Your kin and friends taking their bodies in and trading them for ends. We took our bodies and we put them up to fend against their bodies
inside the convex lens we all crash new jet planes tonight. and the sin is back in medicine. beltway goes around. monuments are thinking. beltway burns
the first time. the second time. let's stop this clock from starting. wrong, the time's spelled wrong. why won't you ever start? why won't you? time ticking
Old man lying by the side of the road With the lorries rolling by Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load And the building scrapes the sky Cold
the way the hair frames your face is like the way the lawn frames your home. drink h2o, breathe o2. left lane must turn left at signal. right lane must
it's the fashion self informed versus mr. navy-blue-and-black. it's the fashion we contract. avocado in the neckline of the swimsuit matched just right
there's something in my pocket and you want to set me free. keep me another way. you and me and i've seen it in front of me. lies. the truth. these tracks
we kiss goodnight with a firm handshake and it's lights out for catholic computers. this is fantastic for you. i've been up at nights to paint the house
New air at night. It's like it happens for you, except it's all at night. It probably happens to you. They switch the air at night. They never leave a
congratulations! now put the knife back in the medicine cabinet. no contestation. now put the knife back. put the knife back. knife back. didn't you
Slow down. It's in the skin of my knees. End up dead in some cypress grove. Tattoo the rind to my skin. Tattoo the sound in my lungs. Don't want to see
Flattered by your wish to kill me, I push pixels on and out. I blush at your request to kill me. This thank-you note is for faking it. We're working in
Hands up give in to modernism. The re-enactment's closing in. But we're past that now. Dip your head in the water. Hands up and over. Heads down in shame
