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I live in a world where I see images as words. Sometimes I wish someone would come and take me home. (or maybe get me somewhere close to sanity) I wonder what God is thinking up there with his hilbilly hat (and peacock feather) "Order in your chaos, young girl, order it in" He came up to me and put his arms around my neck and let my hair flow in the wind after he kissed me. Back to God's hat.

Everyday is monday and everyone feels the same (blue and unhealthy) The calm before the storm as my limbs are both (he yearns to climb both) The manes that grow wild and I've opened the gate (let them run where they should)

Seventy kilometers and you can call me yours In the sunshine with the world watching. (through red spectacles with scratches) Every girl you knew until this moment, Every girl you screened Every girl you loved and loathed Every girl you wrote a song to Should envy me. The only roses I would know Lead me to your ripened skin And as I bite into this apple I know love is a song Sung from within. All the bridges that still stand With the water that flows And crashes and floods Will never burn For...

As the bronze Jesus carries the Cubist cross over the desert sand A lobster is answering the phone somewhere. And I am inches away from what his breath has blessed. Je t'aime Salvadore. Je t'aime Pablo. As time pulls us left and right, we become victim, and wish for the Mexican beans. If you didn't like Dali, Picasso is just downstairs. They both spoke French anyways

Through the corridors and down the alleyways The court of the clock with argyle bricks And the bedchambers of the untrusting dreams I find myself a lover to call my own Waiting for his cherubs to remove his armor And his Venus to carry his heir to the thrown. Tapestries continuously warming the walls Just as I shake the Royal hand, His jewels are heavy, and as bright as the windows, So I’ll curtsey, and call him my own We can call the cooks to work for a meal Just the two of us, in his glorio...