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Standing in the sun.

from Traumnovelle by Coin locker kid

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After dinner, check the mail, would you?
I will not tolerate the failure to
Comply with my request! So do as I command
If you ever wanna touch my breasts again!

You're like a monkey
I'm like the dealer to your cocaine junky
How to control you, forever and always?
Withhold your fix
You puke in my hallways
Sleep in my doorways
Shit on my floor
Baby lick your lips, cold sore
You see me swiveling my hips, want more?
Well grab and a fish and chips when you rock up to the store, okay?
Aww, don't be a misogynist
I know you're a little masochist
But there's no angel when you slash your wrists
And hit the ground, alien, devoid of sound

Standing in the sun
In the good old days
We were fucking everyone in the manless days

You remember what the dormouse said?
Well you still go to bed unfed
If I'm lucky then you'll wake up dead, or I'll just feel better tomorrow

And I think you really mean your best...
Even when you get tricked by breasts
You're the lesser in a pool of cess
And you won't know better tomorrow

And you're not the only one
Staring at me as I'm tanning in the sun
Scratching your balls standing in the sun
Halfway blind staring at the sun
Halfway blind staring at the sun
Halfway blind staring at the sun
Black as toast burning in the sun
Halfway blind staring at the fucking sun

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from Traumnovelle, released December 2, 2012

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