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dont you leave me here...don't you leave me here...i'll get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get hitched.!
get back...get a room...get me 1-0-5...no line no care no answer if you call me there & dont you leave me here.
said don't you leave me here...i'll get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get...hitched...lay down by the road, black rock & a can of holes... gone 4...gone 5...sweat'n cursin on your mean side & dont you leave me here & dont you leave me here...get my name stitched on your lips so you wont get...hitched.
keep on your mean side...keep keep on your mean side...i'll get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get...hitched.
& sit tight i'm getting by got a room got me 1-0-5...say son...i'm gett'n gone. smiling long like a dead-eyed god & dont you leave me here now don't you leave me here
...i'll get my name stitched on your lips so you wont get.. hitched
KEEP ON YOUR MEAN SIDE

8

sweet cloud

no wow

white noise

can't get full

hard to hit

white baby

rodeo town

run home slow

goodnight heartache

needs of a dog

murder mile

pick up your bones

7

your family hid from the hurricane but you got blown away, the picture of the table held up by its top legs akimbo made you think it could've been you.
i hated that ____

6

my god he's dead. he's fucked his teeth and a streak of thick red running from his lip and his gum and onto his white dress shirt. dont fucking move. back. move. a plate of fried chicken and bread and mayonaise gets moved above the heads of the drunks, from one side of the bar to the other. 'chicken-large-fries-garlic-sauce'. by now the big italian was sitting upright. holding his mouth. he shook like a beat up dog. john player specials all day long.

5

GAG.1.
dont have children with people who will repulse you in the future... I AM FREE TO VOMIT MY OWN BEING!

4

i'm nauseous on the bullet train sitting next to K Cobain. Torturing myself in fine pointy ways. My fame, haha. It's a weapon, kiss my ass, just like morning sickness...
it's private but i hate my talent more and more. i think it's worthless and i don't care. could it just be the commercial effect of too many sales and a semi-freak accident semi-meant to be but I'm starting to think i cant sing, cant write that esteem is at an all-time low and it isn't his fault.
god, how could it be
...don't you dare dismiss me just because i married a ROCKSTAR

3

you can tell alot about a person by the way they fold a paper plane

2

JARRY is a double jointed so and so.
he has no eyes or nose but he likes almost everyone he meets.
he has BRIGHT red cherry lips and well cut ears.
his grey hair sticks straight into the air.
his skin is almost the same colour.
he wears grey tinged blue suit jackets with yellow and orange striped scarves tucked into the top.
he also wears green flair jeans.
his arms face the other way around so his palms face his back.
he's only allowed in a room if he stays in the corner.
the only music he listens to is Captain Beefheart.
he is other.
he is my only friend.
also, he's really nice but scared.

1

no one has the right to make you feel guilty about what you deserve. i know you need someone to make you feel guilty so that you can pretend you dont deserve it because you are so horrified of what you are capable of because inside you are actually gloating, or not even that, sub-gloating, smirking, doing DUH