*"Your words are empty hollow bleatings Of a mental crutch They're open-festered indigestion With a velvet touch An ether-eating Eskimo Would gag upon your sight Convulsed into oblivion From laughter or from fright A coma with a sweet aroma Is your only dream Malignant with the misconception That a grunt can gleam Your lichen-covered corpuscles Are filthy to my fist Infection is your finest flower Mildewed in the mist."* Pure brilliance.
*"Your words are empty hollow bleatings
Of a mental crutch
They're open-festered indigestion
With a velvet touch
An ether-eating Eskimo
Would gag upon your sight
Convulsed into oblivion
From laughter or from fright
A coma with a sweet aroma
Is your only dream
Malignant with the misconception
That a grunt can gleam
Your lichen-covered corpuscles
Are filthy to my fist
Infection is your finest flower
Mildewed in the mist."*
Pure brilliance.
great upload!