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BIG

  • Writer: Gus Jonsson
    Gus Jonsson
  • Jan 28, 2024
  • 1 min read

 

 

Crazy feeling

Still alive

Kicking up a storm

Crash bang bitch talk

Yes oh yes

The sort of talk that I like when I have a mind

Don’t you know?

Like you didn’t know

 

Lay me like a blade cold as chrome

Crawdaddy kisses down my spine

They burn like ice

Mind and eye filling

Spilling over and over with stingsong

The gone wrong long in the tooth song

Where fire dance dreams spin all ways evertime

Zephyr blue and playing me fours ways to five

So cool

 

Just waiting for Big lazing on the wind

This is just the beginning

Sinning heat blazing afire in my bed

Searing this lay lovely back to nowhere

Closing her soul bright candle flame eyes

Reddening swollen lips bleed picaresque

Don’t you know?

 

It’s just Big playing the moon

Bone chill chatter

 

Scratching curling feathers upon her windowpane

 
 
 

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