From: Megabite@yabbs
To: sleepy@yabbs
Subject: mockup
Date: Mon Aug 15 16:51:55 1994
my brain tastes angels hair and whispers angel song
my blade tastes angels blood and runs till it falls
AND SCREAMS! placing my favor in a dead man's cry
a dead man's suit
you and I will walk the mile and TRY and lift the endless black burden
try and lift my soul's stupid song
momma tire wrench, bill me in the afternnon and so goes the slimy
tendrils on my back baby on my back baby so long
 a nap, and a slap I need the tar pit
face is green, obscene
you don't need a pile to light, just an animal to fight,yuh
soupy murk, opens the ovens of hell
so goes my song, sing along...