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Of
Well, of
course I'm alive
and, of
course, Iris Kyle
I
don't find the time
my synapses
don't fire right
girls who
don't like sunlight
I
don't like the guy
I
don't like the smile
worthy opponent
for Iris Kyle
comics, remember,
for likeness rights
for my birthright
hunger is
for private life
boredom
die
distance
talked
for quite a while
America
away
been
China
fairy
gloomy
ground
happening
here
it
lived
making
me
mind
them
us
war
yours
for quite some time
love affair
for quite sometime
looking
for signs of life
feathers adapted
for silent flight
you looking
for, I provide
you waiting
for, Private Pyle
and
forth like the wind
to
go fly a kite
Goes like the wind
He doesn't
know I'm alive
I
know why, but why
You
know, like a fright
You
know, like the blind
sounds
more like a wife
lead a
more righteous life
There's
no sign of life
find
no signs of life
special filter, or-
or brighter lights
Orion drive
by the latter's
own dynamite
with your
own eyes, tonight
Pope Pius VI
Pope Xystus I
Um, like, a
profiler, right
status
quo kind of guy
in Providence,
Rhode Island, write
the
road by a child
Nobody
rode Michael Knight
path
shown by the Christ
half
so fine a sight
So rise the tides
on
so wild a night
Fuck
those Fireflies
to New
York, like tonight
your board and
your fireside
which are
your highest pride
any of
your kind survived
into
with
your life of crime
you and
your wife tonight
with 1 extra syllable
is
controlled by the mind
the most
macho guys alive
a fuse burning
toward dynamite
fresh
winnowed by the wind
with 2 extra syllables
an
espresso kind of life