What are you? I say to me. A privilege machine man in the valley of the ice
house. Yeah? Joke so old that it is new. Cause the innocent they know thier
place. In this slug motion dinosaur. Skin beating heart breathing. Eyes
humming. Walls splashi ng. Blue blood spits from the Butcherboy. Just split
the head and stand back. Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord yea!!