Get to tha club. Look like a drowned harassed rat. Get to tha door. And phone me. I know you are coming. We need be blind dropping. That we can celebrate that circle. That little minute where and when it all collapses. Imagine, you the fool. Bring back the candor. The silence. The fog machine. The music. And the beats must go on. As we head on to nature and naked we meander. In tunnels. Tat is what we do anyway. Walking. Next to each other. In our humanity. That is so grand.
2/10/2013
Look Like a Rat
Get to tha club. Look like a drowned harassed rat. Get to tha door. And phone me. I know you are coming. We need be blind dropping. That we can celebrate that circle. That little minute where and when it all collapses. Imagine, you the fool. Bring back the candor. The silence. The fog machine. The music. And the beats must go on. As we head on to nature and naked we meander. In tunnels. Tat is what we do anyway. Walking. Next to each other. In our humanity. That is so grand.
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