"Hello,Mustard .." ..or ' I know Who Murdered Ira Glass '

He, She ..et

..hallucinate..illuminate..

..ruin'ate ..kalimari kindness..

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..i'm sorry this place can get so dark..

..thus the cost ::..the humans' heart..

..i'll tell you now as i'm off the clock ..

..but i must be brief,the ball shall drop..

..the city reeks of sweat and blood..

..from war-torn highways to well tread mud..

..i'm no better much than anyone..

..so please do pardon my pun..

..chop up my core,roll it the rice ..

..they serve it to the dogs.. d4mm that's nice..

.. i've missed them so for far to long ..

..the dead & living ..my morbid songs..

..my tokens ..hard earned ..tried and few..

..no amount of money could replace the 'YOU' ..

..a body sewn,& ripped worn..

..i have a claw where my hand was torn..

..my flesh is burned and torn in part..

..napalm i am & bones-apart..

..my eyes so dry ..hard to shed the tear..

..i am learning to cope with fear..

..i do see the love but it isn't clear..

..sometimes i'm so tired to see you there..

..in this skull ..mind is lost..

..brain is soaked ,sweet/sour sauce..

.. am i still afraid..am i moving on ??

..the death of me ?? ..my heart shall quicken ..

..if there's flaky fear ..i'm panko chicken ..

..these vision, voices.. the war unbound..

..a violent streak and a massive sound..

..i fell again.. i fell from grace ..

..a greasy spoon remains my place..

..less than perfect .. i still see love here..

..part of it's wrong .. still so near..

..it gets one thru' the harshest time..

..drenched in grease as i earn my dime..

.. to think of what could have been..

..to hope beyond regret .. beyond the 'when' ..

..imperfectly .. i still know my place ..

..imperfectly .. i see the face ..

..blank and sad.. anger and joyed..

.. this an more make a crux all toyed..

..i ramble on tho' i am lone- ..

..the baracudas to nib my bone..

..my sweat reflects the stress i've fried..

..onions peppers and overtime..

..i remember the eyes and lips onced locked..

..memory ..still the amity 'membered ,sought..

..a broken record i again become ..

..i must recall what's done is done..

..your auricle still shines ..tho' i'm a wreck..

..it keeps me strong ..sometimes in check..


..i'll shake grease off now ,wipe my hands..

..i'd better go as the minute stands..

..tho' i still hurt, my convictions;fork..

..and for now it's back to work..

 

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.. To my Kung Pao Pizza People,my lemon chicks n' chickens,Cheeseboigas Bacons n' Burritoz in d'HIzzouse ..

.. .. tOkK presents to you the theme for the illustration up there !! Take a wok back to 2003 & Denver's famous fried band ..on Delivery ??.. No .. it's :: Devotchka !!

-- Click here ,only if you wish to listen to 'Queen of The Surface Streets' by Devotchka !!--

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**Lyrics**

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..crayon,ball-point pen,correction pen,Ph.shop,colour pencil,magic marker,Fireworks,

water-based finger painting,head-band connected to the paint bone..

- 12,April 2007

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