dry_ice not tonya carbon_fog a-comin from my eyeball_salad Faster! you sons-of-bitches, daylight is coming soon and i don't want to have to club ya with the bother_brick. Psychedelic_sheep roam these streets. vicious things but none too sharp, easily distracted by buffalo_eggs when not accompanied by the drive_by_jesus. i fall in and out of sleep sound of screen_door_crashing somewhere in the ghetto of the back of my mind 020409 what's it to you? who go blather from