Through the mystics and the glorified wrath, this was borne into the sea on the summer's eve of 1988. The fashioned pogo jeans that sway on the hips of women
that disgusts the ancients with their willingness to sit on the porcelain of ladylikeness. I'm quite rectified by the purer in saying that briefly my stint as
a prophet is over for I am the deceased cousin of the further more entitled to creation of the past present, and let me tell you! future tense. My clarinet is
not being tossed about storage cargo and what not cabins to a pricked finger of ancestry. But let me try to arrange a new source of profit. Today, yes today!
We have a new voice, we can raise our heads for all this certain sadness and solitude and force ourselves back into the game. Wretched as it seems. All quite
hard enough to disapproparate the form of testicular and femintie uproar. All these are false pretenses. I can't prove my politics as i can prove that stale
marshmallows equal a right. Save us all for this depth. debt. the way that i do. I will become dellusional and my breast of summer milks the heat of the night.
The verb tense and here it like 250km away. "NORTH, ULYSSES, NORTH!" I scream. But my dear boy won't steer the ship the into the path his Helen wishes. c'mon
precedence is no exception to god! and i thought my voice was dear in telling your children that caffiene influenced by... shut up you fat Tipper Gore fuck!
You let us believe that yr chubby cheeks and new regulations would keep deaths under the toll. But what did we know? We sat there with grief as we watched our
own family tear apart. and i hated them. I battled creatures that saw fit to sin. so we sinned back at them. we let our veins turn to vines to the town we called
home and as we cut the lines some suffered. some got transfusions. some lost to the cause. it's not just more than the kiosk up the street selling GB Glace or
going to the post/bus stop. Rewind! I would let this soul slip from my whispers of death destruction and vomit. but i needed it. i let my fiction match yours
and my cigarette butts are extinguished forever as i allow you to swallow me whole. oh, i scream for more.
