Wednesday, February 18, 2009

k-hole whats god's name i can't remember

i love them
tiny spirit in a k-hole
bloated like soggy cereal
God will come and wash away
our tattoos and all the cocaine
and all of the aborted babies
will turn into little bambies
by it's
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this song breaks my heart. also, it is a very close approximation to the experience of chemical dissociation. the ripping sounds, the ghostphones, and most importantly the feeling that you've just experienced something divine and enormous and completely baffling, and before you can even say it out loud, you've forgotten it.

these girls are definitely magical beings of some sort.

March 11, 2010 at 5:08 PM

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