One before, one after




Dead weight
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
Angel dust, you forbidden cusp.
I ride around on a bus.
Taking the turns with a lean,
trying to get my palette clean.

You are a pivotal flow of a river,
and I sure can't row you hither.
Taking the rough with the smootch,
oh Huggy Bear, how uncouth.

We don't need your help.
We need to help ourselves.
Take the advice of little elves.

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