I found God, He was Hiding in the desert the whole time
Black on the desert Your sun, the underbelly of disease Walking with the damsel, wearing the vulture’s beak Like a lost emperor searching, Jester to your meals, Serving only ribs and wine MURDER My bloated hands carve every face God was too shy Desolate tracts wear him with staples Some want his milk Others want his flesh I just want his scent (lipstick and soy sauce) FORGIVENESS The desert, my sandman lover With mouths gaping temptation behind the ears Little boy, my stolen girl, my scalped children I adore the way you absolve You take to God well, you soak within principle And there’s a teeny angel living in my head She kills, she mends, she’s forever TOMORROW ...still the same my desert among ancient mongers ...they aren’t as easy as I the drugs aren’t as pure... ...god whispers... “neither am I”hehe yeah... my favorite is... "I foung God, he was behind the couch the whole time" teheeeeeeeeee Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 12:50 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Black on the desert..."