Panic Shopper - Restiform Bodies

Look at you vibrating, bent neck bowed head ps3

Building jumping panic shopper launch off the parking garage

In a Tony Robbin murder/suicide with infomercial knives

Head popped off a scene he would not cultivate

Now set the body up straight on commercial display

With its personalized oxygen supply

It’s not a well preserved pre-historic bird

It’s a 747 beheaded nursing seven scorched feathers

Minnow separated from its school in a pool of soap and water

Swimming, choking from a quad mom murder, murder

Culture stick stuck in its stripped strep throat

Here comes our tone deaf talking gorilla walking with

Typhoid Mary falling temporarily in love with a brittle female

Diagram who models a muscle relaxant like no other medicine madam can shoulder

the perfect accessory or pattern

A pirate on the carpet licks the legs of the cadaver

A pirate on the carpet licks the legs of the cadaver

Cadaver, abra ca dabra cadaver, cadaver, cadaver, abra ca dabra cadaver

Speak not bearish in the public eye of children

They depress so easily, visibly desperate

We’d move heaven and earth to keep them home, trapped and sexless,

move heaven and earth to keep them back from the exit

The only difference between you and me is my permission slip is signed to

yammer at a diamond sea of perfect fucking strangers

A pigeon is a dove living squeezed in between steel girder and concrete under

bridges over two world streets

He’s got a tendency to wander in and out of movie car wrecks

Now get your eyes checked watch how easy snap the snowy pick up sticks,

soft white doe’s leg off the mother deer’s carcass

The predator who took the thing apart is still around, yeah

I’m still around and it’s an ivory dip severed stem dream

I can’t forget

It’s an ivory dip severed stem dream

I can’t forget

Are you yet constant frequency little warring Schopenhauer,

Roaring mouse on mountain top, starving priest with sharpened stone,

lives of dozing comfort and preliminary bliss, smiles on your trembling Lilian

Gish lips

Are you yet constant frequency little warring Schopenhauer,

Roaring mouse on mountain top, starving priest with sharpened stone,

life of dozing comfort and preliminary bliss, smile on your trembling Lilian

Gish lips

I got a Costco, Sam’s Club, mama sonogram dub

Shove it in your brace face, swollen round the waste

With a big old caboose to pollute the juice and make you

True blue bashful in your bathing suit

Lost like my dad’s remote and both lungs I don’t got the perfect

Product for the Dracula numb

I think in unlikely shapes my alarm clock makes

I don’t research roles or know secret hand shakes

But how you gonna jump slow, you got to run

Fold your wrist when you let go

Your hand’s subtle but it jams when it goes cold

Now understand that your sunk when you’re stumped and you’re stuck once you

think so

When I’m susceptible to feeling invisible

I take off a testicle and measure its temperature

This casual exercise prolongs the inevitable, examine

My potential, then I juggle my vegetables

I yank on it regular, it ain’t at all sexual

It’s nothing supernatural it ain’t a collectible

I don’t need a vasectomy, I produce nothing actual

It’s a disappearing act that ain’t the slightest bit magical

At least I ain’t no lame fugazi fake gangster

Ain’t no trip hop flip fantasia

I ain’t no sentimental teen ager

I’m a real-time hater even if I

Leap the dips, leap the dips

So beyond belief it’s a treat to flip

Every ga ga geek gets chicks when you

La la leap the dips

Leap the dips, leap the dips

So beyond belief it’s a treat to flip

Every ga ga geek gets chicks when you

La la leap the dips

Are you yet constant frequency little warring Schopenhauer,

Roaring mouse on mountain top, starving priest with sharpened stone,

lives of dozing comfort and preliminary bliss, smiles on your trembling

Lillian Gish lips

Are you yet constant frequency little warring Schopenhauer,

Roaring mouse on mountain top, starving priest with sharpened stone,

life of dozing comfort and preliminary bliss, smile on your trembling Lillian

Gish lips