Friday, 6 May 2011


spring rain in my city, feels like I'm an alien after 13 hours of a deep sleep
the atmosphere of a grey sky brings me to this song of the man who has become my favorite poet

everybody shows off and wants to look presentable

we need new inventions that reveal peoples true intentions
A portable pride protector, affordable lie detector
The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate
But it isn't your invitation to imitate

who are you anyway, and where did you come from
dumb, dumb, just when I thought I could trust someone
the mask comes off, and your face fades away
you radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray

low-motion Picasso, wearing the wool socks
and coming with the full clip, I'm sick of this bullshit

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