In avenging fields headphones grow, intoxicated we take the subway to listen. From our hips birds take flight, my cheeks flush and we look like fools.
Blurred color gateway to hell. Death, death, death! Cute, cute.
Miserable jade blossom crisis bloom. Death, death. Cute, cute.
Plastic dolls crawl through crossfire. Death, death. Cute, cute.
Barren clouds feed the cyclops. Death, death. Cute, cute.
You against soft cosmic skyline. Cute, cute.
Your face through moss covered glass. Cute, cute!
Dire darlings with stunning and benign hearts, see them dressed in fine bitterness. On bloodstained boulevards, wild errors absorb scores of sad hamsters.
Halfway there, feathers rise and roar and shed kittens in the garden.
Bright sister machines gleaming and frozen.
We can escape, abandon volcanic caves, become motion.
Empty attractive vessel, forget their thick golden lizards.
Kindly waves meet the sun and are defeated over night.
Low rain punish volatile land, radiant breeze touch.
Tender, slow, incompetent hypnotic grip stop and scream.
Harsh and obscene birthday, liquid fairies pour burning from the cake.
Cuddle noises echo back from the future. Under willows cluster forlorn ballerinas, a falcon appears to threaten them. Union of wolves, muscular and filthy. A beast's kingdom of riot and cold menace.
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