Gets any hotter in here
Ill fuckin lose my
mindI swear tChrist(ne’er once forgettin why he was there --
to lose his mind)
to lose his mind)
Whaddaya think were doin in
here
I brought you in
I brought you in
specifically to blow your mindI want pieces of your scalp and skull clinging to the cedar like sticky
garish streamers an hard pellmell confetti
Ya
think ya can dodat for me
Mebbe
Mebbe yasay prettyplease
Pretty Please
Again
But on yer knees this time
Yawanme tabeg
Yawanme tabeg
Yah
On yer knees Beg
On yer knees Beg
Dats a fine idea Dog
On yer knees Beg
Yacan speak Beg
it was shit like that that looped
on a reel inside his head inside a dry sauna
he fled the US for Europe because
they turned theirs up to 200degrees Fahrenheit an better
an at that temperature he either burrowed
down inside himself like a rat chowing at the heart of hot rot or climbed up
an angleiron ladder inside a black elevator shaft without lookin to see if an elevator was descendin
an angleiron ladder inside a black elevator shaft without lookin to see if an elevator was descendin
anifhe stopped to pay any
attention to the still air wrapped around him hed feel linen mummy bindings
hed smell himself cookin
den knowin himself as he did hed
probably look for a big wooden spoon to baste himself
yadonknow how hot till yeve
tried
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