I'll tell you this much: space is pierced with a bony flicker a woman on the street sold me a spinal column so I put it on, I put it in for years I crawled around in a rubble of numbers a palace of matchsticks was all I could muster outside my cage everything happens just before daybreak a skeleton twitters wrinkles a puddle flapping its featherless wings
I'll tell you this much: space is pierced with a bony flicker a woman on the street sold me a spinal column so I put it on, I put it in for years I crawled around in a rubble of numbers a palace of matchsticks was all I could muster outside my cage everything happens just before daybreak a skeleton twitters wrinkles a puddle flapping its featherless wings