neutralized area, bright white glow, no smell, no sound, no soul. sterile environment, immaculate death
aspire to reduce your world to a monitor screen. finger fuck a keyboard into ecstasy. fat nuts, dumpy butt dilbert fleshed into being
humiliation outpost of snarling ugliness and dying people. rewrite these images. edit, cut and paste. favoring some fleshy sex and racially diverse humor
an ocean of rum tosses your pickled gut onto christ's sword. smoke bellows from the mouths of your poisoned followers. their corpses explode into heaps
ghost rectum, drum and pipe to silence the satellite rings. sex words to photos. a bird in a cage. a man and his bomb. light without heat. taught to
more important is what i'm not doing. theirs less to apologize for. non-action
this song's to commemorate my glorious return to feeling like shit. so fuck you beautiful, fuck you sexy, what are you so fucking happy about? fuck off
