Drunk x Clear Eyes

Burger

Its sitting right on my lap I see it. Scribbled across the lines I read it. I'm the fucking poet who knows it. You know it. You bogus. Comprehend the language. You scared of war? I'm all anxious. We got the angus if you want beef.

Homegrown King Diamond.

Scissors. Glue. Stickers. Markers. Walls. Room. This is not street art. Fuck gallery shows. Moralists have  no room in an art gallery.

Kill them all.
Untitled x Bluetooth