The rumor-mill lurks with poniard in hand Growing grass greener than enemies is easy Follicles of restraint are made and toasted Bogons in the area are tracked and fired upon Retreat into silence is no good Yet all the stalking slander is of an Excess Reverse and pile on glory Retreat and know not love […]

That Psycho

Too many sodas Break it up break it down Starting to taste better Done raw Stumbling over the chills Rumbling through the weather Talking to the sidewalls Cranking up a hit Deleting all the mails Slipping into a coma Three volumes of nonsense Drinking down the poison Scribbling off the tunes Falling through the cracks […]