Friday, June 3, 2011
Brainwashed
_ Brainwashed and hung out to dry by a bunch of sheets masquerading as ghosts.
_ I say if you've it, flaunt it.
_ Imagine death being relegated to a less than godly throne.
_ Death does get a bad rap.
_ That's because it's not beholden to our misconceptions.
_ We've had our brains washed in dirty water.
_ Ever clear, ever here, babe.
_ Who the fuck do you think you're calling 'babe'?
_ You, babe.
_ Ever clear, ever here?... Order me a chai. I'm going out to gnaw on the brick building across the street.
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... Constantly revisiting the sadness of my birth, I wander aimlessly, grief-stricken.
... Unbridled joy is the counterweight to gravity; heavy is the new light.
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babe,
Brainwashed,
death,
ghosts
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