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strange looking people with sharp teeth I always hold up a mirror / to and make sure they not no vampire

never did like them Beach Boys all them hot rods and whacking off on a surfboard

wouldn’t it be cool to have a concave mirror for the lid on your coffin

I have wild dreams I live a wild life
I’ve seen things better not to tell
I am the son of the river
just another bastard childhood is not worth living no matter what you hear

I write obscure words nouns and vicious and silent verbs on her back with lotion

I believe if a hick was to walk in front of a huge mirror in a museum / all he’d see was hisself

I felt the two words Power and Dominion had been betrayed by the lawyers

I got some firecrackers I says / so what I got a half case of dynamite sitting in the back of that trunk

so you think you are plum loco you got to admit here and in Memphis / and just about everywhere you go you run into some strange folks

outlaw of black
dream brother Lord
Byron brother of mad friends of youth I take you out in the third round with a
cross to the jaw