Fire in the Hole

Disease comes in waves: soft and
mewling, or crashing into me eroding
my resistance to its charms. Woe is.
“The algebra of need.” Oh Billy if it
only were a calculator perhaps I could
remove the source. I am the source.

As such I find it increasingly difficult
to deny my passion flower its wont:
unswerving devotion to its service,
daily I wash the feet of metal gurus.

Questing for that forbidden piece
of peace. The Prince of 6th and Union
has a new vassle in this vessal called:

Melt down on the expressway to God.

Natch it’s a bummer, sickle sans hood
coarse you wood, but not glue. Elmer
thought he had a Handal on it, but
she never liked class sickle ferment.

Viva, Baby. Revo Lution Aries Shtick
to soft markets like flies on shift
subject soil watered down town oops.

Wait a minute, question: what was it again?
Question what was it again your risk read!

Math of diseased mindless opting for um,
getta way and it ill be dead men do ware
blue. It’s the latest thang, Deadee O so
flip flop for the sim plot, all the way om.

Why pretend you know what’s up Doc
will set you write down all your
pre flea veinous experiences.

Secluded deluded up tight down
on dallotta morphed out fucker
past the skies under glass eyes
eeeesqusite lack of sensationalism.

All indiviuals of the rebellion corpse
are into this groove tube depressed
flooding inward expanding the collapsed
morality of your innermoist highways.

Ask Ur lowCal guild tar gods sing praise
their Nattily hood sidewalk Sunday cash
for kisses missus bag me a dime sister
blister down on your own time mainline
atta rash or izza you slash n burn disciple?

Huh, sey vat, ohh yu againn, why yu wanna
bodder mme. Jusen when itwas getten bad, shit
head onnn down, ill take care of yu. Jusen like
it took me, sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide it in friend.