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"Alice, where's your tongue?"
She said, "Look in the encyclopedia's ceaseless chatter!"

"And Alice, where's your hair?"
She said, "Look in the sharp of a well-worn butterfly knife!"

"And Alice, where's your teeth?"
She said, "Look at the piano. They're dangling from every single chord!"

And there's a fire on
the Junk island where
they send their garbage.
Is anybody listening?

After work we'll watch
the seagulls diving in
and out of the lashing towers of flame.

Bullhorn:
"Save the falsetto valentines for the black ice cube toast, for the filth roast."

Classified:
You know she looks so clinique,
but when you think she's asleep,
we're watching from inside the pilots seat.
Because unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin

oh, team machine!
i'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
we watch crabs and lobsters eat a dead cops throat
and stuff our mouths with gutted stereos.
oh, team machine!
every single piano i've ever met in my life
never sounded as good as melted casio keys
burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.

here comes the man with concussions in his pocket.
here comes the man with a laser-guided rocket.
here comes the man with a fistful of pills so you can kill with no remorse,
with no recourse, dance on your conscience until it's a corpse.
war never ends.
war never begins.
hoist up the hag of destitution!
his mouth's an empty room where wild woes wander.

Those tire tracks
Zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets
The wincing relatives...

You bid her farewell then got in your car
And that's the last thing that you can recall
And when they pulled you out

The carnival's glossy ghosts
zebra-painted horses parade
the cotton candy prostitutes
caramel apple corpses singing:
"Just this way to the neon orange gallows!
Tonight we tie the noose around the killer's collar!
Watch him play his wind pipe organ!"

Nausea Shreds Your Head
"Тошнота Кромсает Вашу Голову"

we live in a glamorous mansion with napalm in the walls.
waterfalls fall like intestines from flying gutted gulls.
we live in a glamorous mansion with fast ghosts in the walls.
my bedroom window looks out on crucified orange groves.
frail fingers in our five-course food.

You're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass.
John lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags.
Spit shine your black luck now, baby.
You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk.
Everything is war and who's fucked their way to the top.
But they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.
You're working on a cruise serving caviar to the cruel.
They repossessed your heart; you're making payments on your face, too.

Through the screen door your thoughts are quarantined,
by the way you smell I can tell that you're fifteen.
My name is Denver Max, I eat heart attacks.
From your mouth to your hands to the floor you're bubbling syntax.
'Cuz what crickets see is between you and me.
Yeah, what scarecrows think would turn your eyeballs pink.

Don't you try to call the cops little girl

My heart is a black haunted loom,
Weaving jackets for children who'll never be born.
My hands are abandoned factories
Manufacturing heartbreak and hate for the world.
As we waltz the broken dance of our limbs
This ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims.
As I drill the last hole into you,
The well of your body has hardened into glue.

i've fallen face first into a painting of hallucinogenic sunset.
vital beach, vital beach, vital beach yeah
vital beach, vital beach.
i'm the boy on the beach with the guitar,
all the shark's beretta's: click-click, click-click, click-click, click.
we're the band on the stage at the wedding by the sea with frozen tidal waves.
alright, she's a concubine turned trophy wife, he's a high profile CEO.
all the seagulls mutter, "what'cha doing with your life?"

We're the boys jailed in a horse's skull.
We nailed our ears to feral glittery drone.
The only thing that makes our blood feel like blood are stealing cars and watching lightning bolts fuck.

Don't look away,
every day's the same
every song's the same
sanitized exploding airplane.

Those Wolf Mechanics.
Those Wolf Mechancis.

Today you beat the fortune teller
to death with your bare hands.
Was it his smirk.. Laugh..
Or the ostrich feather taped to his purple hat?
He read the lines on your palm.