I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.
Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.