Sunday, April 3, 2011

Flunkt Sass vs. The Rute Plume

I discovered so much from my last trance
Dogs running in black & white,
Don't make me process that much information
It's unforgivable

Aging apocalyptic ecstasy, previous life laughter
My background is such an affliction,
My psychic told me
My transients exploited vacant energy fields
They are poisoning us from the skies

Even this ghetto world that has nothing doesn't want me

Clone tissue and the crow instabilities are lovely
Its power on me is bloody breastfeeding horrid discovering instabilities
They're killing us from the skies

Even this ghetto world that has nothing doesn't want me

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