My girl is a bowl of hash
A familiar looking rash
My girl's my secret stash
My shampooed pile of trash
My girl's a borealis-lit fjord
My girl's a summons ignored
My girl's a beer, freshly poured
A lost tribe's library stored
You've been getting lots of similes
But I want your disease
I want your disease
I want your disease
Parquet Courts — Disney P.T.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
The Son Is Here
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