catacomb homes in district zones
heed fast this morning steed
you awake from your slumber
a man with a bumbler who looks for sherbet ice cream
he's only ways from the fridge
his wife looks at him and shakes her head
i got you some last night, she said
then they stole the horror of lather
to make their own stagger
finding ways to distinguish the roles around me
sitting fast and sliding down
she's bound to take a drink again
in the the fountain of youth
the chemical creams
the fake botox
makes her feel young again
and ready for action
no man can change her mind
she's a rebel of the sort
rebelling down the highway into nothingness
where does time go?
what new structures the ion generation?
look at the bottom of the page for more questions and answers
shall we drool over the fact that you are speaking to Pavlov's dog
and behind that curtain we riddle the tunes of the moment
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