hi, my name's adam
my interests are growing strong and the notion of one human race
hobbies: hurting myself, and no one single, excuse my ideals
(this way)
oh sacred envelope
of expiration, glistening ordinary, grant me a winged mare
or solid ground and personality split for
it's been a ghastly reflection. unique
and reminiscent of nightmares i can't escape
to disfigure a blurry glance at time of night
a glow the me i loath, compose and turnoff
to phase throughout has "good friend who"d
so many playmates that had loved to hold
my magnificent crumb and save its succulence
from back injury. i've eroded the shared experience
consistently... cradles fall. i'm thinking of a number from
1 to 10nesome... fault fault everywhere and not a drop
to drink single soul mate to spoon or go back and forth with
(i've torn them all to exorcists.)
hello my name's in public
my interests are human behavior and women i picture naked
hobbies: [pal-devouring??] and no one's perfect
excuse my slant...
has shown me how to spell welcome mat with a
w-h-o i a-m & i take a stepping on purpose like a man
who's shrinking head is still a big effort, deal & pursuit
of... I've won. and all these women make me sick.
so my spoils are shiners or regret the stormy grey ribbon
thus... therefore... and then with a pin point poking my chest
i startle does and falsify confidence to change...
slowly but shurely...
the lies i've told personify general sympathy
and his platoon of stupid things to do.
my whole name, imagine that
this way, this way
let distance play the role of time and difference.
glad to be of service
my whole name, eyelid
this way, this way
let distance play the role of time and difference.
glad to be of service
my full name: the lyricist
this way, this way
let distance play the role of time and difference.
glad to be of service
my full name: color contracts
this way, this way
risk averse is my favorite color and limb to crawl on
outfitted for perversion enduring...
i've managed to overdress for dharma...
the tour of our spiraling universe.
and suffer in a congested clammyhanded manner
so who's the old shot blood dripping man's face
i'm slated to grimace as.
any suggestions...? mr. id says don't worry finish this now porridge
before it cools and remember above all your dyslexic
sound advice... but still i'm hung up on hang ups and
exhausted beyond the haven of endangered mystery man
in the round strikes a pose and tries to return truth
from bound world (for life)...
reading into trivial and man's endless pursuit of
absolute stuff... custom made to fit has simplified
exception... accepted the war the savior the saturday morning cartoons
this fishbowl.
all convince an unconscious sense of perspective that natural will thin my blood
and capture me and knock me up and color coordinate love.
no more no desire no bedtime no venue... it's the pattern my cycles adhere to...
these peaks and valleys i call home and stand for... it's hard, it's natural
it's only the beginning to fear death... embrace occurrence, heal...
to heal, to be the first one to heal is to wake and let artificial,
the totem pole of roles and norms collapse upon itself
until we all care, no one will
until we all
no one will
dose will request:
feel these pieces of me as i would all of you
until we meet...
directions to my special place.
come hither
my interests are growing strong and the notion of one human race
hobbies: hurting myself, and no one single, excuse my ideals
(this way)
oh sacred envelope
of expiration, glistening ordinary, grant me a winged mare
or solid ground and personality split for
it's been a ghastly reflection. unique
and reminiscent of nightmares i can't escape
to disfigure a blurry glance at time of night
a glow the me i loath, compose and turnoff
to phase throughout has "good friend who"d
so many playmates that had loved to hold
my magnificent crumb and save its succulence
from back injury. i've eroded the shared experience
consistently... cradles fall. i'm thinking of a number from
1 to 10nesome... fault fault everywhere and not a drop
to drink single soul mate to spoon or go back and forth with
(i've torn them all to exorcists.)
hello my name's in public
my interests are human behavior and women i picture naked
hobbies: [pal-devouring??] and no one's perfect
excuse my slant...
has shown me how to spell welcome mat with a
w-h-o i a-m & i take a stepping on purpose like a man
who's shrinking head is still a big effort, deal & pursuit
of... I've won. and all these women make me sick.
so my spoils are shiners or regret the stormy grey ribbon
thus... therefore... and then with a pin point poking my chest
i startle does and falsify confidence to change...
slowly but shurely...
the lies i've told personify general sympathy
and his platoon of stupid things to do.
my whole name, imagine that
this way, this way
let distance play the role of time and difference.
glad to be of service
my whole name, eyelid
this way, this way
let distance play the role of time and difference.
glad to be of service
my full name: the lyricist
this way, this way
let distance play the role of time and difference.
glad to be of service
my full name: color contracts
this way, this way
risk averse is my favorite color and limb to crawl on
outfitted for perversion enduring...
i've managed to overdress for dharma...
the tour of our spiraling universe.
and suffer in a congested clammyhanded manner
so who's the old shot blood dripping man's face
i'm slated to grimace as.
any suggestions...? mr. id says don't worry finish this now porridge
before it cools and remember above all your dyslexic
sound advice... but still i'm hung up on hang ups and
exhausted beyond the haven of endangered mystery man
in the round strikes a pose and tries to return truth
from bound world (for life)...
reading into trivial and man's endless pursuit of
absolute stuff... custom made to fit has simplified
exception... accepted the war the savior the saturday morning cartoons
this fishbowl.
all convince an unconscious sense of perspective that natural will thin my blood
and capture me and knock me up and color coordinate love.
no more no desire no bedtime no venue... it's the pattern my cycles adhere to...
these peaks and valleys i call home and stand for... it's hard, it's natural
it's only the beginning to fear death... embrace occurrence, heal...
to heal, to be the first one to heal is to wake and let artificial,
the totem pole of roles and norms collapse upon itself
until we all care, no one will
until we all
no one will
dose will request:
feel these pieces of me as i would all of you
until we meet...
directions to my special place.
come hither