Feeling Dirty

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I like to lick the shadows and live like a queen. Affluent influences and dirty dreams. Magic markers spell hard truth in the afterglow, flashing like raindrops through a floodlight. Braker breaker 1-9, cigarette butts and the ends. Bar-down in glitter town with the touchy-feely gloves of a truck-stop masturbator. I can dance in the shadows or run in the light. I have to give to get when wet, you know what I mean? I mean, I can’t have it all and eat my cake too. We all need to get scars while working, true? Through the bottom I can see the top, like a harpooned whale in Japanese seas. He beached himself several hundred miles away so you couldn’t smell the rot. Bloated bank account morphine keep living in the big scene party sheen that shines like a black light in the underbelly of that dirty dream. It ain’t…

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