Something we forgot about. Tucked away…until now, again.

Pretty whores and fat queers make bicycle parts in a factory not far from here, and it doesn't make a difference if its weird or if its strange just superficial words from a long gone age and I couldn't hold a candle to them and I wouldn't…

Vultures Are there vultures encircling you, again? My friend they're coming for us all, in the end. No half truth mother's lies or litany's the mangle, tortured, atrophied the beautiful strangeness of alone. Are the vultures encircling…