Combatwoundedveteran Watching Stock Car Racing On My Wedding Night
i never, ever want to be hooked up to a conveyor belt,
gliding across a dance floor with a wife! while splendid
and warmly comical dialogue sprays all over each other's
newly developed digi-pak head units! let's play autopsy!
let's play biopsy! let's play death march! let's be large
and newly beveled silver parts rubbing against and
sliding into other pieces of rubble creating a cutting
edge microwave so that we can cook cold dead bodies.
