never ordinary

we made life this hard

wonder words

scabs

recordings in magic marker

sea songs for maids

hand grenades could run faster

when your crusty lies fade

rebles for the roadrage

infected with skunk and green

dog ear'd corners and a sticky page

where has your skin been?

i can see through machines

i posses the preciouse paste

attention licking feind

first out; first faced

preforming on plaster and vynal

bound with tape and string

posture so spinal

the gods would scrape a mint.