Gorge: UNITED HARAM HARE BANDE

spay the speaker with a point of the hose. direct him to the barn, with the cows. and then the truck comes. cooled it goes to the factory that stinks. flash the shante and entice him. a bolt to the head by an illegal. a snort by the bead from the feeble. Then an auspicious calling from co-eds; they eat the burger. They sex the beaker. And bake the ugly pumpkin eater with the maze of oz. i read the grapes of wrath, and smoked the white remains of broken math. i called the screaming beepers of gas casings to and from the factory, just to stand-up a shield to those who would fuck children in the gut for a bigger tv. this precedes the work.

destroy these clowns for they kill without reservation. burn them to gold with your heart. sink into its eternity. draw from the nuts to the crown, for your flesh is of the earth. try putting your back into it. and find ease in dynamic coherence around your central gravitational axis. curl the power house, extend the lower torso into the plane. this is facing the space in the most literal way. We're Americans. Jesus, let's get the job done.