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Relics Of The Past.

by Mt. Balzekas

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On a wall, in a shall, you can be my best friend. On a call, with a wall, you can be my best friend. Forever is never in transmissions received. I can be your best friend. I can be your best friend. More than two ways. More than two ways. More than two ways. To be happy as best friends. To see the world in shades of colors. I can be your best friend. Hold your hand look at paintings painted by Surat. If you want fresh impressionism, I can find piece of mind. Behind the Rembrandt is where I kissed your aunt. And now we can consummate it baby, behind the fake porta-potty.
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Fifteen minutes and I’ll be back I do the run around like a Junkie looking for smack Casio says it’s time to go and she’s never wrong I need to get back to where I belong Lazy Sunday afternoon Lazy Sunday afternoon I will be there soon Lazy Sunday Afternoon My girl Casio says I’m right on time It’s times like this I’m glad she’s mine You need a fire I’ll light a match Punctuality was what always fit me best
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On a cold june night In the month may I ran down an alley Not to get away But to find the basement That everyone Talking about And writing down in macbooks In starbucks They told me not to go there but I went there Skinny jeans and retro tees with clutural accessories They told me not to go there but I went there Only to find I didn’t understand Kerouiacian philosophy If I knew what was good for me I would have kept my mouth shut But they Half heartedly ripped my guts out I killed My friend infected by some psuedo animal collective Electronic garbage Like a prisoner in his own home Like a king who has to buy his own throne I was on my own
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These days are naise These days are made for sunsets And sex between the sheets Bridges given in to The demands from beneath What if they’re not my dreams at all And I’m floating before I fall Cascading with the snow Into the iceberg down below The sunset tells me I know nothing, I know nothing About me. About me. About me.

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released August 19, 2014

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