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in heaven, there is no bedtime
in heaven, there is no bedtime.
i'm awake three years
straight cloud racing.
fed mine
tequila, whiskey, glayva
rum, weed
185 lifetimes an hour
wondering what red retina
mellowed in blood tastes like
two everything’s
double meanings
no translates to 'ah yeah, well
fuck it, give me more'
slapping faces in the mirror
can't feel nothing.
can't feel?
never could
fairies shovel sand blindfolds
got me a shotgun
holes in the air
the sparrows fall down
no more fear of slumber
such quandaries
i know in heart of hearts
jehovah never imagined this
irony.
in den of filth
and wickedness waste
i feel most holiness
and closeness to god.
