we are the dry air,
the dirty filthy stench of stains and mildew filled
kind of reeks out the doorway.

dig it?

trendy gypsy. sweet sweet smile.
i forget to tell you,
nothing ever means anything, see?

cackling in the corner quietly,
pant pant pant, like dogs we will.
milk spills, don't care. we own ourselves.

come on... can you get this?

sneaky little spider, bastard.
crawl behind the speaker, you bastard.
karma will own you, you will see. easy as that. 123.

partake of cakes and pastries.
thanks ma'am for the party. thanks again.
it's a real rocking good time on the juke box, dancing like it's 1923.

tigerlilly, simple little one.
we can and will control the cosmos,
the spinning sphere of infinite knowledge.

take it as you wish. but speak words, god dammit.