Aboard a craft bereft of oar. I rowed upstream to find Lenore. Abducted by a bandit or. A king from some forgotten war. And mindful of his larval craze. The rhinotropic micro-gaze. Ignored it and to my amazement. Rode to paris in twelve days. This is the work of the guelah papyrus. Stranded for a moment on the ocean of osyrus. Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan. Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus. She take me on, i never fail. To ride on the redundant rail. 'cause when i know she's switched a track. There's always one to take me back. And through the bedroom door intrude. A fretful frown and spoil the mood. 'cause though i never really stand that tall. She tilt my frame, she watch me fall. [guelah (the fly)] So maybe i could be a fly. And feed arachnid as i die. And view the ritual from within. The silken tunnel that they spin. And through the bedroom door intrude. A fretful frown and spoil the mood. 'cause though i never really stand that tall. She tilt my frame, she watch me fall.
i used to do drugs. i still do, but i used to, too. -mitch hedbergthere is one weapon that the British cannot take away from us: we can ignore them. -michael collins