She takes her mouths at the theater
Tapeworms in the fajita
Playing mandolin like a devil in the coffins
Staring at the child made of cheese and black sausage
She's got the flower that's groovy
She's got the power to move me
Hot nasty noodles glued to my face
Clouds of confusion
Crimson and lace
Crushing the cantaloupe with cupcakes and fleas
Moist little gypsy crying on his face
Tinfoil ravens fall from the sky
The blood of tomorrow melts with the lava
