I spread grease on toast and took it as an offering to the landing
craft. It would have been a fair exchange but Severance Pay comes
falling out a window and starts taking pot shots at the home invasion
artists who didn't think he'd be home. I hid in a convenience store
until they were gone, played milk jacks and paper cuts on the carbon
copy floor. I felt some paranoia coming on and crawled closer to a
wall spray-painted with star charts of a constellation resembling the
Stars and Stripes (they're going to make me write a report about
this). Someone in the security closet watching the closed circuit
cameras put on LA Pink Filth by Walter Gross. I knew it immediately,
felt recharged and took some carbon to cake on my fingers. They'll
want fingerprints; they'll want to know the specific time of each
passerby. At some point the security guy fell asleep, slumped over his
monitor, because this tape kept going on auto-reverse and no one came
out to stop the looters.
My favorite part of the ship sounds like this, cruising over the UAE,
cruising under Lake Michigan. Downtown to UAE, sideways to Columbia,
north to the relocated continental divide under the Pacific Coast
highway, ending at Puget Power. If you want the best plates you get
hub caps from the incandescent flea market with orange piñatas. Spin
twelve at once and let them crash to the floor of red ink feathers.
Slam shut the heavy lid of the city and go backroom indigo. Lose the
station, find the station again. Cars move sideways underground; be
your own mechanic. Spin the plates to see your truck food at a new
angle and learn which ways the alleys flex. Before the acoustics blind
you, return to the track "There" and touch it from the bow to the
stern. Even keel. Find a way to pull the freighter onshore. Our
friends have been inside for a long time and want to show you how
they've adjusted to other star systems.
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I spread grease on toast and took it as an offering to the landing
craft. It would have been a fair exchange but Severance Pay comes
falling out a window and starts taking pot shots at the home invasion
artists who didn't think he'd be home. I hid in a convenience store
until they were gone, played milk jacks and paper cuts on the carbon
copy floor. I felt some paranoia coming on and crawled closer to a
wall spray-painted with star charts of a constellation resembling the
Stars and Stripes (they're going to make me write a report about
this). Someone in the security closet watching the closed circuit
cameras put on LA Pink Filth by Walter Gross. I knew it immediately,
felt recharged and took some carbon to cake on my fingers. They'll
want fingerprints; they'll want to know the specific time of each
passerby. At some point the security guy fell asleep, slumped over his
monitor, because this tape kept going on auto-reverse and no one came
out to stop the looters.
My favorite part of the ship sounds like this, cruising over the UAE,
cruising under Lake Michigan. Downtown to UAE, sideways to Columbia,
north to the relocated continental divide under the Pacific Coast
highway, ending at Puget Power. If you want the best plates you get
hub caps from the incandescent flea market with orange piñatas. Spin
twelve at once and let them crash to the floor of red ink feathers.
Slam shut the heavy lid of the city and go backroom indigo. Lose the
station, find the station again. Cars move sideways underground; be
your own mechanic. Spin the plates to see your truck food at a new
angle and learn which ways the alleys flex. Before the acoustics blind
you, return to the track "There" and touch it from the bow to the
stern. Even keel. Find a way to pull the freighter onshore. Our
friends have been inside for a long time and want to show you how
they've adjusted to other star systems.
Stream "In America" and Order LA Pink Filth Here.
I spread grease on toast and took it as an offering to the landing
craft. It would have been a fair exchange but Severance Pay comes
falling out a window and starts taking pot shots at the home invasion
artists who didn't think he'd be home. I hid in a convenience store
until they were gone, played milk jacks and paper cuts on the carbon
copy floor. I felt some paranoia coming on and crawled closer to a
wall spray-painted with star charts of a constellation resembling the
Stars and Stripes (they're going to make me write a report about
this). Someone in the security closet watching the closed circuit
cameras put on LA Pink Filth by Walter Gross. I knew it immediately,
felt recharged and took some carbon to cake on my fingers. They'll
want fingerprints; they'll want to know the specific time of each
passerby. At some point the security guy fell asleep, slumped over his
monitor, because this tape kept going on auto-reverse and no one came
out to stop the looters.
My favorite part of the ship sounds like this, cruising over the UAE,
cruising under Lake Michigan. Downtown to UAE, sideways to Columbia,
north to the relocated continental divide under the Pacific Coast
highway, ending at Puget Power. If you want the best plates you get
hub caps from the incandescent flea market with orange piñatas. Spin
twelve at once and let them crash to the floor of red ink feathers.
Slam shut the heavy lid of the city and go backroom indigo. Lose the
station, find the station again. Cars move sideways underground; be
your own mechanic. Spin the plates to see your truck food at a new
angle and learn which ways the alleys flex. Before the acoustics blind
you, return to the track "There" and touch it from the bow to the
stern. Even keel. Find a way to pull the freighter onshore. Our
friends have been inside for a long time and want to show you how
they've adjusted to other star systems.
Stream "In America" and Order LA Pink Filth Here.