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I ain’t got no money for the stupid games you play
barely got the money to get me through the day
I need a shot of rum in my coffee, okay, pepsi bottle filled with wine
I’m writing all the time

Diet coke, cigarettes, take the train and look depressed
Bouncing between different homes and I’m still without a job
20 buck secondhand f21 dress I can wear in my coffin
artist I’m dying all the time

It could be beautiful
it could be amazing
it could be everything you ever wanted
cant you taste it?

I ain’t got no money for the maquillage I procure
why’d he give me hands, if god didn’t want me to score
I need a shot of gin out of my powerpuff girl flask
Thecla said she’s got a hook-up if only I would ask
kiss, I’m asking all the time

It could be beautiful
it could be amazing
it could be everything you ever wanted
cant you taste it?
can’t you taste it?

We’re in a parking lot
in her boyfriend’s car
I’m writing all the time
Isn’t that your guy?
He looks real strung out?
Don’t worry, babe, she says,
there’s nothing to worry about
I’m dying all the time

It could be beautiful
it could be amazing
it could be everything you ever wanted
can’t you taste it?

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from adversarial adversaria (a collection of sorts), released July 18, 1990

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"you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?"
-nietzche

"a singer-songwriter who can neither sing nor write songs."
-generation no

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