interesting fate, fickle with her fandomsome eat richly while it is famine for othersmy bloodlust under controla hunter of souls, I'm chaste of visionmy scarred inner terrain, is incessant with its hungerdamned the horde, who urges me to feedcaustic...

put the poet away no way to put it any other way The words strike the floor,low and heavy,a drum you didn’t mean to summonbut summoned anyway. put the poet away no way to put it any other way The echo answers...

Don't put your tootsies in, or swim in my jacuzzi and get your own Manischewitz,keeping the Citronella bug lights burning as I promote my tango, sideswiping Poeand the Keebler Elves...they don't know shit about decay and Annette Funicello,my muse...