The Wizard of Gauze

Pale completed gets me at night

Puts a quarter to my heart puts a nail in my side

Every lady that he reads gets jumbled in his mind

But they gotta fight a lot and it isn't even right

'Cause when you're making love you're not thinkin' all the time

Her shoulder is full of head as he pleases through his whiskers his socks are in the corner talking to her sisters She takes his arm and folds it like a matchbook and slides it in her pocket like the two of them were spies acting like they're lovers they smoke for hours trying to always whisper and she smiles from the corner of her mouth and he smiles from the other

Every long line is a snake of satisfaction

I hate you crow

Teasing thing

Punch me bag

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Got mean eyes

I gotta toss you

Got a weakness for tobacco

Ring around my window

Gotta poke my head into it

Gotta ring my shirt

Got wet shopping now I toss it to my feet

All covered in rain and something to do

Where I thought you might be

When you had more time to walk

I had more time to let myself go

I let myself go when you came flying from my field

I had to let it go

Cause there's black corn necklace

Face pain

Got black face paint

Bunch of spikes and driving rain

That spook came out of our sky

Wanted to wash us up

Saw my fear

Wanted to twist our metal

Wanted to scare me and punish me for hiding

I don't believe in evil things and meanings from word games

I don't want to see a field all ripped up by elements from a conjouror

Nothing makes you happy

Because you're a spasm of friction

Because you're the anxiety of permanent motion prolapsing

A whiskey vine sucking it's own tit

A gavel clasped for eternity by a novice in time