neutralized area, bright white glow, no smell, no
sound, no soul.
aspire to reduce your world to a monitor screen.
finger fuck
humiliation outpost of snarling ugliness and dying
people. rewrite these images
an ocean of rum tosses your pickled gut onto christ's
sword.
ghost rectum, drum and pipe to silence the satellite
rings. sex
more important is what i'm not doing. theirs less to
apologize
this song's to commemorate my glorious return to
feeling like shit.