DAMNED CANTANKEROUS CRONIES
Now the Yankees have fallen off the boat,
and the geisha girls are the only ones holding
the fans. Everywhere I go, it seems, the past
is falling forward and the present falls away.
Some kind of logic like that - I'll never learn
a thing. Learning to ride a bike, I think, is,
well, like learning to ride a bike. Once you
learn, you never forget?
-Now the guy in the hunter-jacket keeps
flipping his knife. The tree is already so
full of holes it's perforated and the air
runs through. I sit back, just waiting
for the time to come, when the Earth
will rise up, Gaiea herself, and slap
us right in the face.
Now the Yankees have fallen off the boat,
and the geisha girls are the only ones holding
the fans. Everywhere I go, it seems, the past
is falling forward and the present falls away.
Some kind of logic like that - I'll never learn
a thing. Learning to ride a bike, I think, is,
well, like learning to ride a bike. Once you
learn, you never forget?
-Now the guy in the hunter-jacket keeps
flipping his knife. The tree is already so
full of holes it's perforated and the air
runs through. I sit back, just waiting
for the time to come, when the Earth
will rise up, Gaiea herself, and slap
us right in the face.
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