white trash wrestling
By aiwaz
my feet locked in stone acid kicked in im caught wading, daring, during the instant petrification of an ocean... amid short bursts of suffocation a rattling in my lungs as if of weapons rolling their chambers to fire the acid ignites and plagues my calm resolve and enflames my kindling mind with a bassnarcotic call madness strangled this bird in my palm that slept wreathed in flowers in the nest of my hand suffocate these patient designs resistance means widerstand stunt rock bleeds for our sins tonight make way for the junk beat voloptuaries and austrian digital fuck gimps hecate will eat nazis tonight abelcain and his tornado of halos a doormouse beckons the start of night let the sign of our coming be wisconsin mud blood beer and cum of yellow nausea refugees who duck from the hideous sight of the all powerful all seeing medusa eye that blinks only at its own wretched lie but somehow through this venetian snare and a scottish ass in this run down barn in old east troy it just feels like we might have a chance tonightfor my austrian friend Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 09:18 AM PST 0 • 12
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"my feet locked in stone..."