After all...   No one has to hatch these days....      since eating ones own shell is so depressing   scowering your liquid rhine for those first few vitamins      all To euthanize the yolk slicked white horse you rode in on   to stand and wipe the blue birth blood from your eyes alone      No one spits up mothers milk at 21   wearing their umbilical cord outside their clothing   at a highschool dance or sits   brushing the blue birth blood from their hair at 30something      These are the days of anyone being blonde   The days of mind convincing and the god/luck medium      a time of gold and uncertainty   noise and expensive genetic victory      The proper time for bright black clothes and last ditch diets      The information age and all its molecular pimping      These are salutations   from a nebulous and smoking 90's   base anthems of an American cancer soiciety   cold Fork and fuel of the terrible great nothing much