jesus went to the whisky a go-go with a whip
and he said
"the world's a mess... it's in my kiss"

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there's no sun up in the sky
grinding down in this empty space
to languish in an ambient grief
resolve replicate repeat myself
needle stuck in the groove
what comes after my blues
have covered the earth?
where is the end in sight?
to sleep in an all-night reverie
on a cloud of flannel sheets
and cat whiskers in my face