I dream of a future …
Where every neighborhood has it’s own indirect fires capability using rail guns they slam together from all kinds of spare parts, GE imaging machines, garbage dumps …
And they spend all day shooting molten rounds at each other.
For no reason but LOVE.
I dream of a NEW LAND …
A land of whore-cakes and newspaper fireflies …
A land where the cervids grow 20 feet tall, and have BBQ SAUCE for blood …
A land of gingus swamps and dead head mariners, all looking for frosty excitement and being led astray, down the hole, to the broken sepulcher, where the bodies were treated, irrigated and then disposed of …
We’d dance CRAZY in this new land … we’d make friends with scorpions.
This is a dream worth having …
- Of Kettle hustlers from SECTOR 37, heading towards GRINKEN TOWN and leaving their snake selves hidden in the EGO.
- There’s this kingdom of shame located near LA County. The cob-gents wear their drawers outside their pants, and carry GLOCK-76’s and pillowcases filled with hand grenades. They bring forth the fuzzle-fish from Catalina and end up being inscongulated by the FREDS of Hollywood …
- Heebus wench woookie style women with gold and diamonds and hawk sight. They keep their wooden dildos covered in seal wax and feed off the corpses of diffy-style lovers with large veiny cocks …
- Of the LAST MILK RUN and DEAD KENNEDYS and other green-type Moon patty kings.
- Of the stroglon sect and the commie overlords of Chicago, waiting for MR GLASS to fix the world, waiting for coked up cheerleaders to show us the way …
I dream of a world …
I dream of a land …
I dream of a hooker wife …
I won’t stop dreaming.