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Description
I've been blowing weary kisses
to darlings through the
rear walls of launderettes

I've reached a new high
in my existence

these pills are making me dizzy
forgetting which haircut I asked for
still, those scissors chop severely
yet, I don't feel like I'm losing a part of myself
or atmosphere

the only callers I get nowadays
are the boys from pizza delivery company
where's the doorway?
I regularly answer on speaker
staring into the screen
like an empty grave in the crèche of a haunted church

when I'm kneeling down, slightly dying - au jus
and telling that spry youthful face
just give me a minute
my moustache hairs chase my lips into my intestines
as I refuse helpful offers.

I'm mending my mind slowly
dovetailing empty meaning through negative thoughts
while the cat still chases the string
and the slugs try to copy others' posture

the moon shines lightly on the population
trying not to give away all its secrets
we've already figured out the contents of the air
now it's just
an ongoing meaning of life decipher project

I've grown new dimples on my hips
and there's no fingers but mine to caress them
I've grown new dimples on my hips
unsure how I inherited such obscure beauty...

Description
I've been blowing weary kisses
to darlings through the
rear walls of launderettes

I've reached a new high
in my existence

these pills are making me dizzy
forgetting which haircut I asked for
still, those scissors chop severely
yet, I don't feel like I'm losing a part of myself
or atmosphere

the only callers I get nowadays
are the boys from pizza delivery company
where's the doorway?
I regularly answer on speaker
staring into the screen
like an empty grave in the crèche of a haunted church

when I'm kneeling down, slightly dying - au jus
and telling that spry youthful face
just give me a minute
my moustache hairs chase my lips into my intestines
as I refuse helpful offers.

I'm mending my mind slowly
dovetailing empty meaning through negative thoughts
while the cat still chases the string
and the slugs try to copy others' posture

the moon shines lightly on the population
trying not to give away all its secrets
we've already figured out the contents of the air
now it's just
an ongoing meaning of life decipher project

I've grown new dimples on my hips
and there's no fingers but mine to caress them
I've grown new dimples on my hips
unsure how I inherited such obscure beauty...