exact syllable matches

room, and she'd

been crying

when have you

been driving

I always

it's ever

been like this

I've

been trying

nonsense Dyson has

been writing

a great future

and closed it
and drag us
arrived in Edinburgh
buzzing of electronics
drag them around
hitting the sandbag
I sat
just a step
me right there
round to look
suddenly appears right
That's why we
the bathroom door
the cops right
there's a source
these voices, forever
to the wall
was in line

behind him

I crumble away

behind Him

a sinister plot

about the person
actually fully get
and a story
and get firmly
and social life
and true integrity
and very little
be some truth
but the dream
cosmic and greater
hysteria that lay
I've seen
on and someone's
palpable moral logic
purpose, howsoever unconscious,
the garden lying
the majority is
the timber that's
There's nothing
was sinking just
What was
you can get

behind it

had to be

behind things

Carmen Sandiego who's

Claw is
He's
know who's really
known you were
such a meaning

behind this

you gettin' your

behind WHIPPED

shadows walk silently

went on walking

beside him

nothing to set

words seem cheap

beside it

little he desires

besides it

of such

big, wise fears

now considered

take you,
their businesses

bit by bit

ground to

bits by it

thing down,

brick by brick

Gone, sealed off,

brick-by-brick

a cup

the sharpener

built right in

not be

cheered by this

the free market

decide this

change while others

defied it

essence, or to

I cannot
life only to
property rights that

define it

our culture has

which I have

defined it

longer scared to

defy him

him, too, but

his closest friends
that which we

denied him

all human wisdom

denied it

Foucault would have

denied this

or parole, another

denies it

I do not

I never will
said, is to

deny him

am I to

any effort to
any gentleman will
are determined to
authour, might he
Don't try to
I've tried to
may even vigorously
no one can
son, do you
tell me to
You can't
you not to

deny it

Can anyone

deny this

His children

deride him

Who will

describe Him

Can you

How can I
how they themselves
I could ever
joyful than I
know how to
only way to
you can't even
you like to

describe it

does not even

describe this

Exactly as you

No one had
were as it

described it

of vanitas Spinoza

describes is

we have that

describes it

what we think

design is

the others would

despise him

are beginning to

to explain and

despise it

even those who

despised him

unaffectedly as Frederick

despised it

too dull to

devise it

Good old

Dib-like Dib

We never

did find him

So who

did I kill

So, what

the hell
What

did I miss

So what

did I think

if I

did my bit

guy just

digs right in

they could but

divine it

everywhere, like all

Divine things

Lord's creation, the

divine will

I shall

drink my fill

that she might

entice him

to a

film like this

glad I

Then you'll

fit right in

See,

here's my fin

who knew

him liked him

I gave

him my ring

be Joe-stoic about

his dying

helmet with

his flight stick

a bouquet to

be all to
earth itself to

his liking

how dope

his ride is

alive only in

courage shine through
hollow places in
if they improve
person invisible in
the author gets

his writing

but never read

every line of
healthy humour in
her reverently in
his solution in
I fancy, read
in any of
judge him by
recognized them in
skepticism anywhere in
well as in

his writings

to you

if I did

I get

if I win

further even,

if I wished

be taken

in by it

in living than

in dying

Eight sentences

thirty-year stint

in five years

Nazi war criminal

of my life

in hiding

word for republic

in Irish

But keep

in mind this

fry stuck

in my beard

not ring

of waters
silence screams

in my ears

landscapes presented

this concept

in my films

take pride

in my grits

feel comfortable

in my skin

You're

in my will

There's no point

in trying

Come

in, my dear

Whose finger

inscribed it

around him and

from the Christ-life
had something sturdy
victorious, had nothing
with him, but

inside him

and what is

Desmond is
house instead of
that has grown
try to move

inside it

relax or possibly

World could still

inspire him

it does not

inspire it

you can never

invite it

Truth

invites it

And it

is binding

drag why he

is crying

a friend who

But our sun
days, the glow
of demographic fact,
Old Europe
Someone I know

is dying

Electronic Frontier Foundation

Public Knowledge

is fighting

Nobody else

is hiring

life understood

is life lived

knows that he

the lady

is lying

Here

is my fist

That

is my hint

seems envy

is my sin

which Psychical Research

is pining

religion that India

is rising

mountainside, the sun

when the sun

is shining

to do

is sign it

know why she

is smiling

long as it

is striving

where

is thy sting

ingredient of politics

is timing

That shit

is wild shit

the books she

is writing

he do

I like

it like this

is crouched underneath

it, hiding

Of course

it's childish

only instead

it's my will

even be

killed by it

be said about

limp writing

besides the

pig likes it

We've had to

revise it

wanted to

sing like him

guy who

sits by him

I was

six, I did

They're

still crying

And I

if I

still like it

Are we

STRIP-MINING

do a

in a

thing like this

make one

thing quite clear

loses other

thing, finds thing

other horrible

things I did

think the

things I think

in confronting

look at

things like this

as physical

things, like strings

I don't

think I did

I don't

think I think

You

think I'm sick

You must

think I'm weird

Watch what

this guy did

the way

this guy is

about how

this guy thinks

load of

this guy, Fish

what Britney's

tit size is

his autograph,

which I did

And I

And we
likely anybody

will find him

He

peace, I
the stalkers

will find it

And you

will like it

every fool

will mind it

sultry and pregnant

with lightning

you all

with my fist

stayed home

with my kids

in conformity

with my Will

armed only

with my wits

are chiefly concerned

with timing

I do it

with writing

in us

year by year

with 1 extra syllable

the guise of

acting Irish

you started

acting like it

siege mode, which

begin firing

 

Catching my drift

cavorting with filthy,

cheating psychics

I

criticised it

gods whose eyes

darted lightning

are you

dodging like this

He's

dying, I think

should be

equipped like this

longer held

even by kings

I don't

even like him

my batteries,

even my beer

nobody, not

even my kids

You're not

even trying

to an

evening like this

entail rising and

falling timing

am I

enough of

feeling like this

the Jamaica State

Fighting Irish

to be

fulfilled by him

Boring in and

gouging, biting

You're

hurting my wing

mixed together,

living like pigs

she wasn't

looking, I did

when he

loses five years

death of

magic, I think

but you're

Christians act

nothing like him

There is

There was

nothing like it

being is

nourished by it

energy, and his

peerless writing

because the

public buys it

there with the

punches flying

without gaining

something by him

it was

something I did

comparison to

funding for
have done
I did
never see
start with
to be
usually goes
you do

something like this

 

Something like this

 

Something, I think

is CBS

standing by him

They should

subsidize him

it stops moving,

prohibit it or

subsidize it

am I

talking like this

prescribed to them,

testify this

other people

touching my things

even ten

produce ten

verses like it

I hate

waiting like this

to keep

wearing my ring

with 2 extra syllables

mean I'm

anything like him

didn't want

ever seen
never heard
never seen

anything like it

but never

it done
never known

anything like this

in men

becoming like Him

is the

beginning, my dear

finest hour of

collective lying

to be

corrupted by it

I mean

of Duke's immensely

creative writing

Four billion

divided by six

good sense of

dramatic timing

always explain

everything like this

regular part of

hominid diets

to Russia only

intensified it

It merely

intensifies it

into some

perspective, I think

are partly

riveted by him

 

Tormented by guilt

with 3 extra syllables

to be

captivated by it

for finally

recognizing my films

are utterly

unaffected by it

with 4 extra syllables

arrow Of its

reverberated lightning