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Holding my hands over my heart to keep the blood in i've got a gaping hole with a loose bandage over it a sucking wound like a leech that wants my life vomit in a pan, shit in the bed, don't hold my hand, put a goddamn bullet in my head i'm a suicidal wounded soldier who would have been better off if dead i wish they would have told me when i signed up that i was being misled they told me i'd go to college they told me i'd be a hero when i'm done they didn't tell me nothing about laying here ...

Here is Dream: There is Memory I am a man of my word, so I stumbled into the bar with a clock pointing at black-out and paid my tab before I had a drink. I bought one for everyone in the bar except it was only me and the bartender and a dog that wouldn’t stop farting. I asked for the phone, but the bartender just shook his fat head back and forth; I could hear his thoughts: This guy looks like he needs a fist in his nose. My date still hadn’t shown up so I paid for another round and sat down ...

Hold the light so it will shine where an animal of passions and prejudices tries so hard to find out why the penalty is to ask questions when the only answer the creature ever gets is that everything is by design. To capture the music of our time the sparkle of our bloods' wine as we escape onto the roof and stand there naked staring down on the world all around as if it were ours. We open up to thoughts of doubt whenever we close down but the choice is always ours to give away or to recieve....

On days when I stay in bed then I don’t drink too much; and there’s a noise in my head sayin’ I wanna fall in love. The simple questions I ask are never answered enough, and if you look at my past my future’s so obvious. I’m gonna meet you at last; I will stand under your clouds. I’m gonna wait for your rain; I’ll stand there while it comes down, just to see you again... ‘Cos when it falls on my head I’m missing you so much; and the things that I said like, “I wanna fall in love.” The beggin...

Where we first kissed a fog sticks to the sky, music weaves between stars playing a lullaby. We draw pictures in circles, absent from the world of straight lines; we are the oracles of these troubled times. The time will come soon and it will be the time of the full moon. By the grace of of the heavens, together we'll sway on the edge of our fates; we will find our way home in the prison we make and we will share a skinny bed where we'll take turns sleeping And I'd ask you for a sign to show ...