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Before this or any world exists
Before space and time and matter
There is only the unlimited Love that is God
This boundless Love breathes a tiny

The second time,
In his arms, Gorgeousness.
He's still inside me.

A train of pearls cabin by cabin,
Is shot precisely across an ocean,
From a mouth of a girl

The road from Nazareth to Bethlehem  
Long and dusty  
The soft thud of the donkey's hoof, step by step 
Joseph picks out a careful path
Mary sways

me if ever I stirred
Day after day, the thrumming voices urged me 
""Take it easy.""
""There is nothing to worry about.""   
""We will take care

name, Pauline Bordeaux

When the spring time buds
Began to bloom
After three long years
Made my return

To that market street
Where the leaves did fall

shining over you
We aint fucking with you pigs
Huh, yeah, like a Jew
Story doesn’t tie in
Hurry up and get the noose
I aint got no time to waste
My waist

I'd lay and watch the sun go down
But it's dangerous, after dark alone so,
I'll sit and watch the clock spin round
And I'll wonder, what have I done

OWN CAROUSEL
ONCE YOU'RE PAST 40 THE PERSONAL STORIES
GET DEEPER AND TRUER WITH TIME
WE'RE ALL WEARING GLASSES BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE'RE ALL BLIND

lookin for that toppy when im bored
love me long time, suck my soul and im restored
i hope that ass real, i bow my head and pray to the lord
you can put

it ain't given by The Father
You say you ain't got no gun so why would you even bother 
Cause your soul is what I'm after and ain't nothing gonna stop

get it by any means
Necessary, she goes through it all
Heavens angel, I could have you at a angle and couldn't notice a flaw
Would you notice at all

I was born much too early ' surely, surely prematurely|But I already knew that I wanted more by the time the placenta hit the floor||And it wasn't

Yeah
Nah nah nah nah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I was raised by Blockbuster and Redbox
Where the block busted don't get caught up in a red box
I was raised with

after we fight, killing me
I wonder is it worth the price

You're a handful all the damn time
When I left, yeah, that shit ain't right but
I never asked

c'mon dawg what kind of weak shit is that?)
(You drinkin' mimosas with your pink up) Yeah
I'll be in the red by the end of the month
Comin' out

Masking my insecurity above you
After the days gone by
I like to think about when I could hold you

Too many drugs in my system
Too many nights where I

Pour more wine and hum another tune 
I don't care if it's November or June 
Not after all this time 

Why don't we go swimming in the lake tonight 
Just

Psychopathic Records
Para siempre!
I smell garlic my head hurts
Cause my brain is cursed by voodoo wizards
My skin turns blue and I start to shake
My tongue

like a fool
I'm gonna show you that I care someday by buying you a house with a pool
I'm sorry, popping pills ain't cool
I tried to O.D. one day after

life

You've been on your own with no family ties
But those solo days are done
You'll be two of a kind
Spending quality time
Together as father and son

Back a long long time ago
There was an old man his story he told
He was the chief of a native tribe and he
Spoke of beginnings and endings and wars

lives, livin' in sci-fi
I'm livin' sky high, leave you so high and dry
Killed in a drive-by, make you go bye-bye
Quicker than wi-fi, quicker than time

I wonder if I ever told you
there was a time when ripping through
the chord changes of this old song afforded a guy 
a place of honor among young

might get cold But you were climate controlled in a song set at sixty-eight degrees
Sixty eight or sixty nine
Those years weren't just a moment in time