Tuche & Automaton

Saturday, September 02, 2006


fingerless gloves for the five fingered man
who wanders into another mans dreams
and leaves a space in your heart for butter to melt
where the devil cannot set fire to the freedom
that lays captive within our collective memory.
waiting waiting waiting
for the chance explosion that never comes
and those bells will never ring lest
to announce yet more deaths.

words by cocaine jesus


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