Reading Pynchon Through Wet Eyes Lyrics & Chords By Songs Of My Lap

A fabricated room within which one can sit, And always be enclosed by material images. This would feature sackcloth. The backdrop would imitate Regal and Egyptian designs, as if...read more

I've tried to find a new career, but my feet are stuck on this stage. I'd like to be a film star, but I haven't got the legs. I'd even do an advert if they told me that I had a...read more

Don't make a habit, no don't make a habit of it. Less it more, see less. Break. Established routine, to schedule the screen. I need to blink occasionally, so I can see. But...read more

And so you take a step forward, The 21st century's all about boys. Walk or skip into suburbia, Where semi-naked chefs lurk behind kitchen doors. And the TV says it's...read more

This is a throwing away. I should be saving the day, Or the world, perhaps both. But it depends on the girl, If you remember me at all would you send me a word, Or a curse, perhaps...read more