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Published: 2007-07-06 18:15:07 +0000 UTC; Views: 172; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 8
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I CAN TASTE YOUR CLOUDSas you force opinions on me like steely cold stratospheres.
( YOU SUBSIST ON CYANIDE, YOU HOLYWOLF YOU )
and you're moving around like
[revolvingdoors.]
and you're building buildings to burn them down
so, it's 12ohCLOCK now, and I'm still shooting doves,
what are you doing? (spittingfeathers.)
I'd be willing to bet---THAT YOU'RE KILLING OFF PICTURESQUE MOMENTS, AND
BURNING MOMENTS INTO BONFIRES.
so stop killing time, wolf, and learn to dance for real.
so, it's 11ohCLOCK now, and I'm still searching for nothing
what are you doing? (spittingarsenic)
so, it was you, who
painted guns on Ashbury,
and flowers on HAIGHT.
so, it was you, who
breathed cyanide into the air as the icebergs were melting
so, it was you, who
is spinningaroundlike -
R/E/VOL/vINg []DOORS[]
so, tell me, WOLF,
what have you been doing?
have you been
killing off moments, burning off oxygen, shooting doves, wandering into fires, exploding satellites?
this is no joke, wolf.
this is deadserious.
and you'll never get the hint if your ears refuse to listen.
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Comments: 2
KawaiiJillian [2007-07-06 22:28:48 +0000 UTC]
when i was reading this, i could imagine it being a really strong slam/spoken-word piece. it left me breathless.
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