Blowtus-breathers, petrified hoods, verdurban slummbers;   tattooed tinder, gross skindling, all, pieces in pieces.   Indolemachy.   Slow-cooked.My head's a hone for seacrets.   Never met a frog I didn't lick.   Cockles cackle; crab-dappled trees;   poppy-seads champ at the beach.   Yore seas, new sleaze, snake and leech-   trampsubstance-you are what they eat.   Mongreloids. Tourporists.   By Quetzalcoatl I'm cunninglikissed.   Myind talks ick, a farrogo;   divine reptile liquor lipped.   A bawdy so bonny and fretid,   the flame of the land,   lava in lamb;   the cracks in my cuntry breathe fire.   White boys will burn! White boys will burn!