Time keeps on slipping into something more comfortable/ Call off your dogs, I am feeling contortable/ I wrote my laws. My lie's inscrutable/
..Don't you wish for yourself a life maneuv'rable?/ In my time of dying I make up for yo' lack o' trying/ Don't give up on giving up 'cuz...
...I breathe in all your sighin'/ I inhale the final breaths of all the finally dying/ and exhale bears, space tigers and fearless fucking lions
Space Tiger : mad mirage of a fever-addled mind or the greatest discovery in the history of interstellar zoology?
Friday, December 18, 2009
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