Too many temples where we could worship the beast.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.