the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley who sang out of the
actual pingpong of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that
does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden
threads of the womb and the last fantastic book flung out of their own
bodies good to eat a thousand years.
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! houses! granite
cocks! monstrous bombs! They broke their