A night in a room full of mythological creatures, please don't cry, your only alive. We still kinda say things about him behind his back, though i like his outfit. Don't run away, your mamie used to say, you can't be duplicated. My willowy frame suggesting i subsist on crackers, celery and laxatives, though i spend much of my time eating what Lucille bakes. We're working together again. we're watching the story unfold like a relationship at hindshite. I'm so glad we met for drinks in that funky downtown rat hole you call your ethnic blend. and how the woods scent from our clothes that night filled your apartment for days. this was merely my contemplating of love. that so elusive of chemical reactions, electronic impulses and pumping of fliuds from one organ to another. would you like to see what the future holds for me and my little heart? take a look into my kaleidoscope, give it a twirl.

Why Did She Do It? Punch Drunk Punk and Rattlesnakes

Because all my worst dreams come true and tomorrow i'm always blue.
Because all my nights i fight with sleep and tomorrows today's disgrace.
I'm listening to the voices in the smoke of my burning memories.
I can see all i see has been in vain.

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I won't let this happen
Animals coming out of their shells
I was never good enough for her
Animals coming out of their shells
You'd infect me with your childhood spark
Animals coming out of their shells
Punch drunk punk
Animals coming out of their shells
She drank me up to quench her thirst of amethyst soda
Animals coming out of their shells

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"I'm Finding Rattlesnakes Where, Ideally, Ghosts Should Be."
Anomalous Love Phenomena.
Abominate Love Philanthropia.
Adulterous Love Philosophy.
Analogous Love Functionality.
I'm Finding Rattlesnakes Where, Ideally, Love Should Be.