Crass MaTass, an adventure in soap. crude pictures of jiang zemin painted in glue. heaps and triggers, heaps and triggers. analysis does not resemble knowledge if observed in the right conditions. an atmospheric dump has a lot of implications and lacks specificity. i fear your diction but i love your bangs. let's talk of graves and epitaphs he says. he begins to grows great big wings, angelic but cheap like Gabriel in a Walgreens. his friend asks a lady cop to a basketball game, and wish sweeps too high to mark sets his friend's angelic but cheap wings ablaze. inebriation of beauty.

bowls before, an adventure in streams of. thought trains of. consciousness

serve it with some fucking gooseberries or something.