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Lost my leg in RenoIt was dancing in casinosDoing crystal meth and mustard gasWhile I sat on my ass.It’s comforting to musterThe majestic lunar lusterShe’s my muse—the Moon.I’m flusteredTo look upon her face at last.
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This is one part of a watercolor I painted manipulated in Photoshop.
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My Lord laid down a path for meWho am I to refuseTo walk along the path They made?A rotten attitude.It serves me well to hand to ThemThe controls of this ride.I do not look outside for Them.My Lord abides inside.
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I mean I could stop. Theoretically. But theoretically my heart could stop too. Neither are very likely. Me llamo Benjamín.I’m the wildest kid you’ve seen.I wear a big sombreroAnd a boleroAnd I’m always trying to stay clean.
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AI HIT ITS PEAK!IT DECLINES EVERY WEEKYOU SEE IT CANNIBALIZESITSELF AND THEN DOWNSIZES
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I can’t believe the cankerWho thought he was an anchorOn the woman that he marriedWho had not ever tarried.I wish that he was foolin’Someone should overrule him.The facts won’t ever suit him.He’ll bring us all to ruin.
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I poured the wine into the glassAnd then the prospect came to passTo shove it in my gullet, thenPass out before the night began.So I passed on that opportuneTo stand in rapture at the Moon.I told her I would be there soonJust let me fall asleep.
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I have a thousand blessingsAnd that’s probably low.So much to be so grateful for.I’m living with the flowOf showing gratitude for thingsWhich only brings me moreWondérful things to be grateful forA special spiral, sure.
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First blossoms of flowersAre nature’s initial blessing.The crocus poking up through snowAre more than window dressing.They’re the harbinger of SpringWhen all begins anew.It’s April when it happens.Old calendars were true.
Musings of the Mad 