Market 01

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The day is over over, our time is over.
As the arguing men finished up, they joined us already seated at the table. My cup was cradled lovingly at an angle, my beverage dancing loosely against the side of the warm glass.

Then you opened your mouth like a bathtub, and an unwashed blackened statement crawled out on the table.
You are clearly missing the signal breath, as such this rape made it’s descent upon the tightly honored crown.
The steel vanished... a great old tongue would become the common speach of the young I’ve never heard anyone speak with such grace.

During my life I’ve seen some that were kissing books.. so many books
It never seemed to have meant very much of anything.
I have seen some others kissing drums....kissing drums.. ..

My thoughts are to become irregular, my memory is getting worse, my spelling resorts to violence. There is a stem of smoke that has punctured you in beautiful belly. Separated like a gate, the fully developed horns divided the mirage. The nightmare of this opens my heart.

A new vision of a woman wearing the solid brass gown
with a woven woolen ear. As she raised her chin above, The audience stretched their necks and begin to vibrate as the veins in the wall.

They are singing a song that you forgot long ago.

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from I Do Not Wake Up, released December 25, 2011

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