Detachment Kit Hurricane Designed For People
turn on the stereo or worse an awful fight a judge and
nurse in fighter's gloves in someone's blood there's
instances where nothing's going on. a radio dispatcher
told me plans to reveal a chapter a history tied down in
lacquer a man will break when stuck in traffic. longer
drives than tv ads short term prison sentences together
we can do the time with makeup we can douse our minds in
kerosene we'll raise the steeple a hurricane designed for
people with minutes left on motorcycles the kicker kicked
the shit out of you know who. i just opened up to a
crowded room. there's someone in my face at all times
like these should place the calls to mysteries and
governments i'd knock them down but the gloves don't fit
this- on the helicopters dizzy sick with fear named
neiman marcus guys in shades of rubber jars heavyweight
champion of the world. sinus pains from the morning after
children quiet with not much laughter winds exceed the
miles high throw in the towel we are fifty thousand shy
drop the hat and fall to pieces the motor's running and
you've got to see this with minutes left to follow people
we spent that time watching tv. i just opened up to a
crowded room.
