Monday, October 04, 2004
Hand me that gas mask, you bastard.
In a large arena, people crammed and horribly packed, stuffed together in one space like... well, people. Tight formations of swarming mouths and tongues oscilating like peterbed flagella. We want a social hero, we want a social hero; they chant. Much to their chagrin there is a figure pulling in from the murky recess of the stage. Chant, chant!
His dark suit makes his pasty skin appear ever the bit more pallid, and a doctor trained in early 1900 diseases might just remember this presentation and walk into a benjamin moore in some distant and not so 3rd world area and pick out a half gallon can of a pre mixed shade of tuberculosis dry wall paint, laugh his damn hardest at the shimmering paleness of his memory and whoosh off to paint his house.
Speak oh wonder of the free world. In a slight of law rendition of liberty, deliver my trangressions to the world of fretfully illegal and grant me the morality I would otherwise lack. Tell me that masturbation is murder, just like dashing fresh babies on the rocks. Tell me the hole is unholy and speak so effectively about the donning of the rubber cap. Tell me disease is punishment for living in sin, and that florida has hurricanes because its foggies were up to something immoral.
Ok, maybe you wont exactly say all of that. But when I ask you, you might say "makes you wonder though".
Fire up the revolution baby. Its a good day to sleep in; and to touch yourself...
His dark suit makes his pasty skin appear ever the bit more pallid, and a doctor trained in early 1900 diseases might just remember this presentation and walk into a benjamin moore in some distant and not so 3rd world area and pick out a half gallon can of a pre mixed shade of tuberculosis dry wall paint, laugh his damn hardest at the shimmering paleness of his memory and whoosh off to paint his house.
Speak oh wonder of the free world. In a slight of law rendition of liberty, deliver my trangressions to the world of fretfully illegal and grant me the morality I would otherwise lack. Tell me that masturbation is murder, just like dashing fresh babies on the rocks. Tell me the hole is unholy and speak so effectively about the donning of the rubber cap. Tell me disease is punishment for living in sin, and that florida has hurricanes because its foggies were up to something immoral.
Ok, maybe you wont exactly say all of that. But when I ask you, you might say "makes you wonder though".
Fire up the revolution baby. Its a good day to sleep in; and to touch yourself...
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