Yippee Calloo Callay!

You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
You are most welcome
More than worthy
.

Friday, 22 January 2010

Nose picking.

Nose picking

Kids who pick monkey rings
jesus knows where you’ve been

It is love
Is it blood

Kissing legs with liver cuts

So break yourself
with no more dolls

lets loosen up on self control

while pillows talk
and walls do see

jesus knows where I’ve been

I got back late
and don’t want to talk
so its straight to bed
against your wall

and Your perfect hair its feeding me,
Lets me breathe when I’m asleep

So loosen up

I’m out off dolls
I broke myself on self control

When I bit my tongue in a dream
my eye lids still fake pretty scenes
from sleep to wake and wake to sleep
That perfect hair feeding me.

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