March 14, 2011
Break off the static in your beater head and cram nonsense for the idea meat between better love-making and freer verse...it's the reality you grab, shake and fill with the most ridiculous hope gleaned from the stuff of lust that leads to another crash, don't you know that yet? Never mind the guy behind the curtain. He's the guy with the control stick up everyone's ass. So everyone takes the cue and looks elsewhere. It can't be him. No way. He's just the feeder, and the machine takes its fill...mystical children on the diadem of higher learning.