Are you dying the death of the sleeping? Or just sleeping the sleep of the dead? Things as they are - the utter terror of the sky Will the flower I threw reach That straight tumbling soul? Will the speed of my voice suffice? Dead drunk dead drunk [Mother, I was a filial son] [The moment of understanding draws near] A lump of intention that neither is nor is not Now I return you [to your primal state - a child of the sun] Saved so lightly, and once did I live Treading down the grass in my play Dead drunk dead drunk Mouth pursed like a warrior print, eating tuna in the morning Is Yoshihiro Murakami stil sprinting now? Next to his tights and their envisaging of rivals Both era and fashion can eat shit Just as he did, I want to assert my existence I want my songs and paintings to be soaked in my sweat Dead drunk dead drunk
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 18:06:56 +0000
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