No Exit, by Herr Docktor Subscribe to rss feed for Herr Docktor

So we coast, Cloud even 1234678 99999999. 
BUT OF COURSE!!!!!
Leave it up to the white Devil, line after line, broken
highways stretch far far away into the night.  
Seemingly endless energy straight shots.

Fly
Fly	 
				
FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY


		Yet our cries were unheeded.
Somebody   
	Darling, do take care.
  The Sun, oh sweet light dear illumination

Off to the world   

I don’t expect you to bring back a piece

	Empty now, the Brahmin I cannot expect to satisfy

Faith weak 

Rest your head on my shoulder

White lightning far off now darling

Be safe, they don’t want you now
 
Searching the forever broadening horizon, All I ever saw was


Aborted futures 

 
Hueclois
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				Huey Clois?
					NO EXIT
Posted: 2009-07-12 05:02:37 UTC

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