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P A D S/W I T E R E P T I L E
when they hatch-which pretty quick will happen, cigarettes in vegetables, bullets, buttered diamonds- he wants to cook you in his hot soup and show you some expensive shit. I thought I seen you in the dreamscape sleeping in the causeway I remember grey towers passing for days, bottomless nausea, smoke rising from the road- Listen, one of these days pretty quick here one of these twisted witched gonna slip you a poison apple, the way your appetite betrays your shape.  They can see you when you dream, they can see you when you pee, make me feel at home here, walk me through your nightmare, choose your own adventure, walk me through your cancer one of these nights it's likely any one of these righteous dykes is gonna slice up your inner eyeball, the way you scape yourself against the wall, there's a camera in the front seat there's a camera in the back seat did they put cameras on every seat? she sees- wite lizard girl catching me smashing her hatchlings- cracked skulls from the tall wite alien nation interacting with blips and clicks, catcalls from the lips of the seagull invasion his mouth is dry his lips are shiny his hair is white and his mouth is dry and his teeth are bloody and his tummy is hungry, I been thinking bout who's hanging round downtown what were you thinking bout?  how your dreams of the pliedeas are real as the rise of the seas and machines or if the end is near or the tap is running, I guess I mostly think about nothing.  I remember that my favorite flavor was the french kiss of the white witch, I have the same bad breath as the last white devil still cumin on the lips of the ghost in the grid your eyes are blue and your mom is a zombie, your blob runs thin through your colorless body i been thinking bout who's handgun round downtown, i been considering the suffering of cruxes hexing of hindering all white alien insect century crispy clean as a christian corpse lord, let all this luxury crush me.  

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from STINKER, released August 24, 2016

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