junktown Glass-eyed Ogre Builds himself an armory Lives like a hammer ((a vulgar diplomacy)) A new kind of prophet A new kind of tyranny A new kind of trauma A new
Ideological leper, newly planted tower Grows from the ground and spills its guts out on the sidewalk Pseudo politico, flat talk o'clock Rolls past the
Feel free, fornicate it's not the earths first contra coup, or the first astral projection experience with mesomorphs. One can't resist these surges
take the time." Stone after stone He bellowed Cover was blown His mind dropped and then he stutter stepped The alley got restless and walked (Needs a new
Belching into the atmosphere, new erections still the same as those filthy fucking old ones. Now its known there is no heaven on this shore or any other
Will all John Henkley's please report to the corporate barbeque. Let's pile this trash much higher so that we might just reach the heavens. Leaving cock
