

Exposure stuffBoth of us burst into tears, wander there, tryin` this... We were scared of old cartoons, got beat down by tea spoons. Sour, creamy, bitter, sweet. Noodle candies, chocolate meat. Different tastes join into one.Lay on plane wing, kiss for fun.I think I fell in love with you,I do all things I hadn`t to.Some say this way I disappear, degrade myself and tease my fear.It seems you`re in love with someone else,so all I did make any sense. Can I become your "everything" someday? Or just give up and fade away? I`ll switch off my mind I`ll tell the lie, I`ll run away and climb the sky. I`ll scream and cry and make mistake, am sucha nothin`... uExposure stuff


Inspired by RadioheadTalks are sparkling in the air, they`re raising mind of mine. I`m upset it`s not fucking fair. Circle turns into the line. Remote appropriate devotion, pack in foil ginger`s food. Test examples of behaviour: nervous, tired, weird, rude. My exceptions never happen, tease the trigger it will work. That approaching faceless figure, stuck your eye with dirty fork. Someone beautiful behind me, someone odd can dare to speak. You want die when you`re happy, you want live when you`re sick. Concentrate the atmosphere, let it change into the loop. I can feel ya somewhere near, hear the music of fav group. Touch its silky marble surface, peer at clear wInspired by Radiohead


namelessThe mirror was shaking, no focus, no look. He went to the kitchen, he's excelent cook.nameless
I'm grabbing emotions. I want feel alive. Let's mute countdown, just start 1 3 5.
Some mental confusion, some physical pain. First leaving more slowly, the others remain.
My mask of the dummy, your mask of the god. Coke candies are yummi, juice drown in the mud.
My shelter for hiding abandoned and cold. The promise is broken like never been told, that someone is seeking solution or name.
First come inspir


My favourite poemStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone Prevent the dog from barking with the juicy bone. Silence the pianos with the muffeled drum. Bring out the coffin, Let the mourners come.My favourite poem
Let airplane circle moaning overhead, Scribing on the sky the message "He is Dead". Put white crepe bowsround the necks of public doves, Let the traffic policeman wear black cotton gloves.
He was my north, my south, my east and west. My working week and my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong. &nb
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