forbidden fruit creates delicious jams

write me a song

all about me

about all my peaches

takin up your tree

feed from you until were free

nourish you reciprocally

pick me

pick us

take my weight

harvest my branches

how do I taste?

Let my vitamin c

run free

through your viens

kiss me hard

when it gets to your brain

Sconosciuto vascello...Tirami su!

Chiedo al cielo
'perche sei blu?'
Non mi rispondevi
mi hai risposto tu

Sconosciuto vasceletto
vola sopra
il mio tetto
attraversati il mio letto
e tirami su

Chiedo alle nuovole
'perche piove?'
non mi risponde
ma piangono per te

Sconosciuto vascelletto
tieni cura del mio petto
io non sono il maledetto
tirami su

Chiedo al mare
'Cosa devo fare?'
"Come ti pare!
tirati su!"

Sconosciuto vascelletto
ricordati questo detto
'more mio io ti aspetto
tiraci su...

He sits and he smiiiiles and he's sippin on gin
he's flippin the pieces again and again
King of Pogville caresses his chin
on the throne in his home
in the high school gym

Cardboard money
the women adore
the words of his mouth
as they fall to the floor
they reach for the coattails
they bow to his cat
his orange advisor
in a silk tophat.

They whisper and giggle
they laugh and they plot
the whole world around
never sees what they've got...
the masses believing their cardboard money
the rose colored glasses
are drippin with honey
he's stickin all over their lips and their eyes
their thoughts and fingers
and sticky sweet cries

he's countin his winnings
again and again
the Prince of the pieces
he sits in his den
he strokes his advisor
his mouth forms a grin
he drifts off to sleep
in the Pogville gym.

traveling love

around my bed

takes my heart and knocks it dead

loving you is like a kick in the head

like seein stars when I'm underfed



traveling love

wont you set me free

holding your deck so I can't ever see

dealing me in

when I try to leave

can't cash out

till im on my knees

traveling love

stop fucking with me

your face is a trap

and ive got to be free.

lonely word vomit

the devil found out all our secrets today.
tricky little bastard
is it fair?
is there any way....
you could ask.
but to who?
look at
little you...
do you dare?
clasp your hands quickly to your beautiful mouth
and hold on tight
let me get a bucket...
now open
and rain on me.

#1 is the loneliest number

There is so much

pile-a -shit

around here

its impossible to see clearly at all.

I seriously don't want or need all the shit that I have.

You want a tiny lamp? Candles?Mirrors with gold frames?

I have twenty pillows

and only one head to rest

but somehow it still refuses to.

And when it tries it is still running, dreams are still playing.

Sometimes nightmares, and now there is

no one

to chase them away. But I'm actually pretty okay with that. I really

feel like miss-big-pants because I can chase them away myself.

But sometimes I think it would be nice to need someone to...

Oh well...I am going to take a bath now...

and dry off with colored towels

that match my colored bath robe

and lie in my bed that is too large for me

because I can

and because I have too much shit

where i live

in apartment number one.

going barefoot is no longer....bearable.

the life it pulls my back
like nothing ever
pulled before.
and the weather changes
now like it has ever
changed before
the cold sweeps in
the space is thin
through windows
vents
and doors...
it rolls around
and makes a sound
like never heard before.

The sun in winking
slowly shrinking
off to something more
the irritating
cold is waiting
feet
to meet
the floor.