“SETTLE UR SCORE IN THE FIELD, COUNT UR CHICKENS AFTER THEY’RE FRIED. WELCOME 2 THE UNITED REPUBLIC OF DESPERATE DUMPSTERS.

I THINK I WROTE A POST AS MY SHADOW SELF A FEW MOMENTS AGO. I’VE NEVER WRITTEN AN HONEST THING IN MY LIFE. IT WAS EXHILARATING AND SEEMED EXPEDIENT. AN EXHORTATION OF SORTS.

LOOK, I’M NOT A HERO TO ANY 1, AND I NEVER WANTED 2 BE.
I CAN’T CALL THIS PLACE MY HOME;THE RUINS HAVE BECOME ME HAVE BECOME ALL THAT I SEE. WHERE CAN I GO 2 FIND PEACE?
I GOT A LEAKING GUT AND A HELLA SAG. I’M WALKING ON BLOOD SUGAR MOONSHINE SLINGING A HUSKED AND HEWN LIVER TO SUNSET. I WAS A SPAWN OF LUCIFER STRAIGHT OUT THE CHUTE.

BRING UR DEAD BODY DOWN, FRIEND, HOVERER…

LAY U IN A FAVORED DITCH…

‘This is your puzzle… YOU put the fucken thing together!’
[the kicked corpse disappears in the clay maw of a singularity]

AN INTERDIMENSIONAL BURIAL WITH ALL THE DROPPINGS. HELLA SYMPATHY 4 WILD BILL. WHAT I MEAN TO SAY IS, I’D WEAR UR SKIN, IF U WOULDN’T MIND OR, MORE 2 THE POINT, IF I COULD GET AWAY WITH IT. PULSE UR MIND SHUT B4 SUCKING OUT THE SWEETMEATS I CALL A CEREBELLUM, A PINEAL, AL FETTUCCINI DI CALLOSUM, AN AMUSE BOUCHE.

WE CAN MIX AND MATCH GLANDS.

NOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

-rocco roosevelt