the total animal soup of time of the heterosexual dollar the
one eyed shrew that winks out of the skull, who cowered in unshaven
rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the band and
blew the cry that shivered the cities down to the Terror through the
stale beer after noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening