Corgy SL - Перепишу день
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ALIEN LOGIC IS INSANE TO THE TASTE
A TRIBE OF OPPONENTS COMING INTO A COMMON PLACE
EVERYTHING IS VALUED AS IT GOES
OUR BELIEFS ARE COVERED IN DUST
LIKE ON A WELL-WEARING SKI TRACK OF A CINEMA
SO PREDICTABLE IS THE ENDING OF THE ESSENCE
MORAL MISERY SETTLES TO THE BOTTOM
WHISKING UP THE MUFFINITY IN FRACTIONS OF A SECOND
SO WHAT ELSE IS LEFT FOR ME IN THIS
WORLD SCREAMING WITH PANIC
ON THE HEART OF A SCALE AND ITS COUPLES
THE LAST ROD GIVING STRENGTH
THE SOUL-SOAP SQUEEZES OUT THE FOAM
RHYMING ESSAYS FROM A HORIZON
EXTREMELY POOR ON A WHITE SHEET
DROPING THE SALT OF A CHOOSEN WORD

I'LL REPRESENT THE DAY - I'LL CALL THE RAIN - IT'S MY GUIDE
I'LL REPRESENT A POEM - I'LL GO OVER ITS ESSENCE - HAND REMARKS
I'LL DROP THE CAPTIVE CURTAINS - AND OPEN OPEN TO THE NIGHT - A WINDOW OF IDEAS LONG
TO THE FLIGHT OF THOUGHTS - PURE FANTASIES - I CAN'T FIND AN END

DISTRIBUTION OF DESTINIES
THE ROULETTE CRACKS UNPERturbed
SOMEONE WILL HAVE OPPORTUNITIES IN EXCESS
WHEN SOMEONE ONLY HAS A TRAP AND A NET
STEP LIMITERS
BEHIND THE INSTALLERS NORM AND RULES
LIKE A PIG ALONG THE UNEXHAUSTED TRACKS
ROAD POTATOES LEADING TO THE TURBULENCE OF THE DISTANCE
THEY TRAIL REluctantly, COUNTING THE SMALLEST THINGS
BREATHING THE ACID SMOKE OF ADDICTION
AND DIVIDE THE DOG'S BONES IN A FIGHT
TASTING WITH BLOOD THAT HAS LONG GONE COOL
THE SOUL IS OVERSATURATED WITH A PUFF
OVERFILLED WITH PLACEBO WORK
ALL BECAUSE SOMEONE TOO SMART
FORDED THEMSELVES, NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE...

I'LL REWRITE THE DAY - I'LL CALL THE RAIN - IT'S MY GUIDE
I'LL REWRITE THE POEM - I'LL REVIEW THE ESSENCE - REMARKS With my hand
I will pull back the curtains and open them wide into the night - a window of ideas far away
I will find no end to the flight of thoughts - pure fantasies