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There Is Much Rain A Man Can Consider

I was psycho and your best friend
And the dishes we cerebrated wirelessly;
I came- here in the washroom
While April delivered new swimwear

Apostasy in the clouds,
Himmler wore nothing but a clock
And sixty cycles for Ibogaine
Were touched,
Truced,
And tossed out the windows
Upon the first notice of a parked car,
I swore it was time to move on

But in Sweden,
Where All That She Wants is- code-
For not getting rid of friends,
We slipped into our famous blue raincoat
And evaporated others-
And our own money.

It was the popular thing to do-
To hit on a friend,-
Regardless of cost

And I learned-
To be faithful through other men
And their instances of knowing why urine is not the best paint
I was wetlessly dry
And slipped out of my own bare feet

On USS Zay-
The boyfriend artists,
Paul began feeling sad for the cost of armageddon
But nobody tried like Björk-
And her cousin Amanda

So that each set of glowing computers would end up in Ireland
We prayed for our forest while men cut it down
And bulldozed our own FACT Team
Which was something like The Price Is Written

Except that I wept
For surfactants
And asphalt
And earplugs
For a friend