You are Mexican, I am Japanese.
You are German, I am Spanish and Greek.
You are a STAR TRAVELER from QUADRANT-4, I am the general that chases you and fires his torpedoes into your wild land dreams.
You are tired … getting tired …. more fucking tired every day.
I am startled, by your footsteps, I hear you fall and then I call:
“HEY THERE SCRUMBO? ARE YOU DEAD?”
And there is no sonic residue, and some van comes by to take your body to the dumps near Fall City.
I am remembered by the lost.
You are forgotten by the remembered.
YOUR CHARM THIS WEEK WILL LEAD TO BENEFITS …
Sayonara …