A murderer was sitting in the electric chair:
Guard: Do u have any last requests?
Murderer: Yes, will you hold my hand?
mon coeur est mon remede.
I CANNOT WAIT
TO HIT THE SLOPES. VAIL. YES. BRING ME THE POW. Few more months to go. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Thump part one.
In an angry mood at an angry point of an angry way through an angry town. The days are long and the nights, short. Short as a midget mouse. My breath stretches from here to the bathroom. I can feel it; I can see it. One long line of powder, dust and foul emotion. The sound of a grooming animal. Pasty. Agitation, damnation, mutilation. Parts falling into pieces. Breaking into places. Becoming...
“Let me know the way, before there’s hell to pay, give me room to lay the law and let me go. I gotta make a play, to make my lover stay, what would an angel say? The devil wants to know…”