in a heap on the floor
Collapse into bed
The world's dead lid sagging green-black and pregnant
Still it's a fatuous wish to be blank and brand-new »
Secret Family Lenses Alien
by Cymbals Eat Guitars
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Let me see past the fatuous knocks.
I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box!
Let you see past the feathers and flocks,
And help me plant a bomb in »
Idiot Box S.C.I.E.N.C.E.
by Incubus
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homme primitif.
(Find me a primitive man,
Find me a forthright young lad,
Someone with vigor to spare,
Those fatuous beaux they call gigolos could »
Find Me a Primitive Man Sings the Songs of George & Ira Gershwin & Cole Porter
by Lee Wiley
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apparatus. Fatuous credulous Oblivious ignoramus. »
Terminus Volume 2
by Kamchatka
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and blessed
On the altars of their own success
And the numb and stupid and dumb and vain
Have their fatuous theories to explain
Why nobody any longer feels »
The Bastard Sons of Enoch Sacred City
by Shriekback
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| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |