We like to laugh stringy word taffy
Giggle factory, laugh riot, sun-kissed sound
We have known of this proverb of the proverbial discontent,
And me into cut and chewed goat cheese.
On a cobblestone with debatable falling rain,
Our faces contorting viciously
For a Wal-Mart bicycle falling to pieces.
For a Wal-Mart bicycle falling to pieces.
Our conversation’s lease has been extended
Because when we ponder we search
Through many tongue dances and waltzes
Through many tongue dances and waltzes
On the hunt for meaning
Taking place somewhere between our vibrant jaws
Taking place somewhere between our vibrant jaws
Huntress pulls the sword from the rock
And we rediscover wheels forged at birth
During divorces and hurricanes and deaths
And “Why are we here?”
Tumbles through a break in a sentence
So we fall with it.
The trickling rain is now true
Until we deny the truth,
That has fallen out of favor.
That has fallen out of favor.
We are lies.
And as I imagine you with me and wanting
And as I imagine you with me and wanting
Being oscillates under nothingness--
And is it hailing now?
Giggle factory, laugh riot, sun-kissed sound
Begins while I wonder how we can be in multiple states:
You, in search; me, in wait
Always waiting
For a special word union.
Always waiting
For a special word union.
We have known of this proverb of the proverbial discontent,
Of two youths standing around in wait of an ideology
To shoot and kill and bring back for the feasting of more flashing teeth.
Gabby, I will serve you dinner,
How does Friday sound?
Yes.
We will speak as usual,
Turning capitalized ideas into baguettesAnd me into cut and chewed goat cheese.
As knowing and nothingness resonate with our beings.
We will shake and collapse
And be devoured,
Until we realize it's snowing.
Until we realize it's snowing.
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