Monday, September 17, 2007


There’s a thousand muses

I know the barbecue in front of me

I need Judah
Especially in my pastel

A few maple hands

I’m caught up in a Mormon night
while a herm’ll do anything

Off in the Christian
place, Shakeatarium

I’ll bake you in front of me
Baked meat, you’re glowing

I can eat you right now
How long I bent on you

Manna waiting up all night
I’m that short

You should be impressed by my Lake Ness
Power hurt

If God put me in your plants
Don’t act like I’m Navratalova