generator
Q this blather three-word generator cannot possibly be random. no way. no way. but how can it be so smart? or is it not smart but directed by some force of nature, or nurture, or ecstatic flabbergastomorphial effluvia from some et's brain? i can't deal with this. i'm going to blathe my hero and yours, Davy, Humphrey Davy, discoverer of the clathrate hydrate of chlorine (and I think methane too). The New Yorker neurologist chemist never even mentioned that. I'm freaked. I'm freezing (really). Sorry. Over for a bit. 000105
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who me?
Generator
Like a rock
Like a planet
Like a fucking atom bomb
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
That I encounter everywhere I turn
I've seen it all before
In books and magazines
Like a twitch before dying
Like a pornographic sea
There's a flower behind the window
There's an ugly laughing man
Like a hummingbird in silence
Like the blood on my door
It's the generator
Oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door
Wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore
I've known it all along
Like the bone under my skin
Like actors in a photograph
Like paper in the wind
There's a hammer by the window
There's a knife on the floor
Like turbines in darkness
Like the blood on my door
It's the generator
Oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door
Wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore
000121
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the one i got that cd and never understood that song... 011101
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