"Thirsty? Drink Some Streetdust!" is taken from the Yellow Part.
Sensitive insanity of sense of humour, drawin like an old oil painter, his hands are so much overtimed workin busy, serenade for my illusion, and she sailed with her hair and uncovered eyes of her, within a second I detail time, and with cut of tail I smash the fly, that's sitting on my back, and singing swampy songs, the shelter in the range of peninsula, get back you crawlaway, Adonis slip over his sleep, flash the flesh and flush it down, breakage meets breakout in the vain, rain that rains in the rain, it ruins, and runs, ignoring blinding sun, that ruins pose and turns and dose, tomatoes sliced and stick to the bones, it grows, dead sense of perfection, you kill yourself before you lay eggs, straight outta jail, with tattoo on her hand and neck, it goes somewhere near, i can almost hear, the tube and pipe and spinning round, the ironworks bad bad condition, near to the flat, it runs out like an animal testing its ability to live after being filled and fed with so much medicines, after being convinced he's free, the sorrow in his eyes runs before him so fast, it hits blue skies, and flats really bad, the holes in his eyes are as big as those in skies, and with so much light coming in, it starts to melt down, as a humanity drowns in sin.
released May 9, 2015
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