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08-26-12

SHORT SLEEVES AND PRESS-ONS

Ticking, ticking noises
Pleated pants, that's your problem
White people want variety
Drunk, white people breaking into cars
Sick, white fantasy undoing my hoop skirt
Fat ass bicyclists
Short sleeves and press-ons
A mouth filled with toothpaste
And rife with spermicide
And crammed up your tube top
What kind of fanciful fishery
[glossolalia & noise]
Be careful with my corpse
It's the only one left here
This place used to be so filled with corpses
But now they're all tossed away
And stuck into furnaces
My responsible citizens
And me left with nothing now
Forced to float on clear capsules
What clammy brigades
Are finding me finding me
I'm out of me marbles
And into me catastrophes
Yeah, I been trying
[wailing & tape manipulation]