9.Ocean Life
The sky's full of dirty, aching air, that's burning a greasy
yellow and zooming
not be fulfilled.
The noise on her eyes is still there, even when the retina
yields in the strain of
The dull, sacreligious commandment of an eye for an eye or a
tooth for a truth.
Even the ocean is ghettoized now, another dirty alleyway that
leads nobody home.
When you're so young and full of expectations, you're looking
for that perfect wave
And when you'd like to ride them all／on. so i ask you from the
bottom of my heart,
Is that any way to treat your mother？ red, red, red river,
bloody ocean of
Sorrowful memories carry me to the deep blue sea. i hear you.
call me.
Is it true that virtue fell by the wayside？ not even a mark. and
who will lift
avoid the
Undertow of sentimental drift？ who can live long on poetry and
rats？ i don't have
The patience, but what does it cost on the open market？ and who
can afford that？
I wanna be buried in the bottom of the ocean, like shelly
winters in 'the
Night of the hunter'. my hair abillowing, being kissed by the
fishes, sushi
For shabu. if fishes were wishes i'd have you. i'd have you.
ahh, i've never
pride.
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