."The God machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains.
The skull farmers do their rain dance and pray the machine falls to sleep.
She holds me close and whispers wet, "there are cannibals among us".
Mad in love with dry dead boys in the backs of abandoned cars.
Smoking the bon.
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