Shipyards are made for the weary. It's engraved on my medallion. I won it one year at camp for being the nearest to the wall. It's a small prize but I cherish it with all my phlegm and beezle. That was the year they told me that washing the stones in the river only tarnishes their appeal to the three-toed sloth. He still comes to me some nights in my dreams. He's always wearing the fedora and carrying the vaccuum. It confused the thrapists too, so don't feel bad. Sometimes it's best to let them think they are doing a good job, they are really worse off than the rest of us. At least at sea level. Choppy sentences are my pudding in a bowl of obilisks. Argon.





i'll get the job done

cuz I'm your fucking hero
and your fucking leader
and i'll be your favorite son
if you'll just let me feed her

it doesn't matter
that I'm right here
I want to be this martyr
then i'll give you something to fear



Oh, mr. plant.
Please forgive us again!

Oh. mr. lumber.
Oh, mr. crayon.

Please hand me a marker
so I can draw new hands

my silver safety
please follow through
this time I cannot realize
the shoes we listen to




What's the bell a ringing there?
A ringing in my ear



threat of fire
Buried men make no sales
Words plus margins plus
Ring stand elimination round



threat of fire
Buried men make no sales
Words plus margins plus
Ring stand elimination round