there is no going not in your tribe no incentive to refuse your bribe i'm a dream i'm i'm a dream i'm a dream i'm i'm a dream and i'm a nightmare and
You have a bubble of hope you live inside, you're surrounded by tokens and symbols of hope. It's your choice O.K., but I won't follow, smug in your
hairy flesh impinges from all directions, somnambulistic ramble around the room huddle in a corner,giant pink fleshly worm wolf's head round the door
...go out among men and find the ways thereof, that he in the gulf may know, to nyarlathotep, mighty messenger, must all things be told, and he shall
cancer of the colon and rectum a very common form of cancer which can often be cured by surgical removal provided it is caught early enough. hmmmm...
[song without words] tintinabulation tympanum. tinnitus as the paraquets' song.
nanananana - nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind nanananana il papus puss puss puss puss il papus puss puss puss puss (tigars, vaginas tigars
most will fail and all will die so none shall live to tell the tale
8 spoonfulls in coffee, please Candy and chocolate from slavery Ice cream in every variety Sweet crystalline substance C12 H22 O11 White poison 1 2
Hey you! Yeah you! You're the only human eveyone's an alien Save you, save you We're malevolent malignant tumours sucking on your body Preying on
what's the point of living in your mindless life? what's the point of living in your mindless life? what's the point of dying in your mindless death
(Rock and Roll beast is dead, but your hunger must be fed) Come on everybody join your hands Come in everybrain clap new bands Come in everybody
the depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp modecate meander haloperidol hop lithium leap largactyl lunge clozaril clomp carbumazapine kick procycladine
Gawd O Montreal Dead Sea scrolls caco kyrie caco kyrie A low life milk-sop politicalking Cthulhu & Co. HPL the t-shirt, the album. Repeats in dubs the quest of Peni
The rain runs down their carved names
There will be no coffins When you and I die No consecrated ground A sin to end all sins And angels with scorched wings And if the thought of this
time passing, unseen, heavy with mortality, with memory and sentiment, and fearful regret, bitter seed of futile fertility.
imprisoned with the pharaohs, i notice no race predominates, but slavery's still the norm, sarcophagus, sarcophagus, sarcophagus,flesh-consumers of
