on a drunk with dark globe and doom invocations of somebodys dope demon brother the opiate drone of her gaze the anodyne days the cracked bas relief of hellenic summer the cabalic kilo i know that shes only trying to score and not very human anymore the loom has gone lame the patterns insane the agents have wigged out the pulse is corrupt la chotas a blank no function we seven of the aegean sleep deprivation experiment stumbling around monastiraki square crawling to her in my undress my heart is a mess the ruins depress the shrill of our withering depths the din is intense i sense that shes finally turned the lock but i just want my anatolian rock ive been through so many deaths that i dont know which name to answer to fidelity breeds madness i trashed the heights the peak and now im on my own no violence on the telephone youre a child of neglect but you turned out ok the way my psyche rioted i was just as shot your new lover like a hearse our iliad of failure i recoil at the sound the milking of vipers onto the barren dirt and just steps from the orchard lurking beneath the hyades the satans of vicious yayo societies i cant get no rest my dreams are corrosive nightmares scalp empires too my thoughts are voltaic im such a downer huh and now im on my own no violence on the telephone youre a child of neglect but you turned out ok the way my psyche rioted i was just as shot youre new lover like a hearse our iliad of failure