Oct. 10 1998 The goat in sacred, sacrificial invocations sits looking mesmerized by long, black, stillness. Waiting for the power to rip down the soft blue, silence sitting before it. This drunk sloppy whore stuffs this city inside her bloated body. She is pulling the strings of these pathetic gallows of life wandering in her slime ridden corridors. Yet, a… Continue reading "1 60|80|50|60|8|5|3|400"