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l. bundy - involuntary memory at the feast of epiphany كلمات الأغنية

[cut]
“i can’t put my finger on it but i sense something strange.”

[verse]

meursault in search of lost time as it’s waning in the viruses are strengthening
plaguing forsaken men (in addition)
the brains of them resemble hollow caves and dens
similar to the ones they got you chained up in
forced to watch casting shadows from the fire (all y’all)
the freed prisoner that could catch the light and turn messiah
once your eyes adjust you’ll see he burn with a much brighter glow
all the while — the arrow shot from self exile’s bow
for too many cooks spoil the borscht in the stew pot
and a frightened gift horse is never worth the opportune’s cost
as trading sp_ce for time is no true loss
only one grows unattainable boss duly note that in your schooled thought
even if the powers attempt to suppress you like erwin schulhoff
this all a stemming seed from an involuntary memory lying empery and channeling in
the gypsy sleeping next to the mandolin
but enough with all of the rambling
let’s further discuss the plans again
over some herbal tea and a madeline

[scene]
“yeah no, let me get two of those
“alright that’ll be two herbals teas…”
“yeah, yeah..two madeline as well,”
“two madelines?”
“umm………….yeah.”
“alright. uhm, is there anything else i can get for you guys?”
‘uhh, and can i get that with lemon”
“alright.”
“alright, nah, i_u_..thank you. i appreciate it”
“alright. well, y’all enjoy.”
“thank you…
yeah and thank you for taking your time out to meet with me here today.”

- l bundy

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