malt shake it up baby
shake it back and forth
shake it hard shake it lazy
bake it like a 40w bulb
easy bake oven
take it to the blind place where no one sees
the red lines in your eyes behind the red lines
in the sky
as the sun boils new chemicals
burning the skin off of new babies
burning the tape off of the ritual table
sacrifice devices that rip deeper than a wishing well
where the quarters fall down forever and are nothing
and all the wishes that ever were would make
a man rich

he could buy happiness
or a whole lot of whores

in the bed of the mother
in the bed of the father
in the body of the brother
knocking but still intruding
polluting the smoke stacks pour up my ass
and i boil up and over and i slime the sky
and i'd like to scream this black out of me

like tar
like chainsmoking
like wanting cancer or something like drugs
like whores
like hold me close between your tits
let me breath the comfort of the little bit
of the great mother in you
let me sin you up some
let me dig my everything under your skins
pincushion baby
a bitch with rabies foaming at the mouth
itch
          desire
itch
           desire
itch
             desire
itch
              desire
itch
               desire
stitch
cut burnt
this fire keeps sleep from me
pollutes my dreams

watch the center
ring
watch the top hat
watch the montrous
thing

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