Ted knew how to load the gun and change his socks.
Coffee was a luxury that knew him not.
She took her boys to school each morning, everyday.
Lunches made with cookies at home, milk on the way.
life is good when gods bow ritually to me.
time is up, but you have more to say.
It costs to make me one with you.
I'd rather be wronged than cheated by you.
Mine grinds, yours divides.
Divides the Divine from Mine.
Throw yourself into Pike's Place,
Spending pleasures that suck your holes clean.
It's good to listen to what you haven't said.
It's good to be the god you say gives me your way.
Cursed are the blessed, blessed is the curse.
simply open up your filthy, filthy, purse.
she's waiting for you there.
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