don't sleep much but dream a lot just before the suns up time drags on -a la madrugada el tiempo se arrastra just before sunset the earth gets soft - a la siesta la tierra se ablanda
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it's out of my guts
/i am having too much fun to be thinking about it/
as the sirens and lightning so frightening so cathartic
go through me
we're taking the stairs
you say it what we are all thinking
and now here we are here in darkness
the least you could do is lie
the least you could do is lie
Where are we going? What are we doing? When are we going to stop? Is there still pizza in the oven?, we shouldn't have done so much
the club is a gaspar noe nightmare the red lights are hurting my eyes
with a pulse stuck in the chest like a hiccup
the line for the bathroom is too much
Where are we going? What are we doing? When are we going to stop? Is there still pizza in the oven?, we shouldn't have done so much
something I can point to and see myself in something I can hold and push and press grit and grime and clay a raw sliver amid chaos an honest slit one stub makes a hundred lay in bed cry tears you can't take anywhere kiss a hundred noses make a thousand hands think of a hundred words think of a thousand words do a thousand things shout a thousand times break a thousand feet bless a thousand faces climb a thousand mountains fight a thousand wars die a thousand deaths
will that make you free? to understand that the peace that kills is a lie but it's also about perspective you learn to trust the rising of the dark with compassion in your heart shining forth in the fire every day all around a wisdom to know there is no time to grieve
the world ends with you
no free bird-brained choice in the dark a woman on the outside of a man’s devil and angel (in the underground part of the night no angel can see) and a woman on the inside of a man’s man (sensing and tearing away inside of the night no angel can see) neither one in a thousand neither one in a hundred thousand only one in a billion on a slant going that way going that way like in a past life in a past life it had to be heaven to be someone when the bones talk and
going way too far with just enough
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