There's a flash of dead-eyed hatred in these horse-faced hours and hours Don't let this be how I am remembered
... dialogue Don't... shredded cowboy menace True love... ... each other, it'd be good for our healing The joy of... tribes It can... mystic bullshit or boredom
We are so dead to each other... something fair and repulsive, preserve Psychosis There's no economy of despair How can you perform? How can you operate?