Testo di Rolodex

pinch history feel the pinch blistering pinch me in dreams cause I'm still not listening x marks the spot on your calendar days a beard half eaten smiled crawling with legs temper tampered temperature manuscript replica in infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots the nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face jigsaw pattern dominoes left a trail the whites of their eyes polaroids tell the tale for our amusement we bring stares to the defendants mechanical panaceas absolved by history phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality the seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet temper tampered temperatures squirming through cuts in a throat