A Plane Crashes In Buffalo

Skinny whoreson, a gale force full from that which she blows, thar look at ye skinny whoreson of babylon look at ye don't ye know nothin' good fer nuthin' haven't ye heard across the sea son across the sea.

may you survive til i pull the trigger.

Church on Sunday and a job in the hole. un-whole and not a chance in hell. But hell if i didn'a so did i, did i ever to the fullest and the full. Til Saturday when la petite fille francaise et le petit francais (her's) arrivent dans la ville. et apres... etapray. etapray? He et it all up and didn't even bother with prayin'. Scoundrel of scoundreldom and all unholy sacrilege i took absolutioning him from all, but then only some 'cause i ain't got no authority to do so in the first damn place. Shiiiit i ain't got no authority no how to begin with not to mention endin' i ain't got none. But i'm tryin'. Aimin' for authority on a little cardboard card and a library pass you can't even buy on the street. Card me at the door i'll be a good goddamned well ok alright gotta do a job. and that's just what i'm hopin'.

Quaint streetlamp busstop 'round the corner where i am what i am but not no more because too much is embarassing and too long is exhausting tired dead on your feet goddamn. But still i am fine wines and... can't read the rest parking meter gotta get me a pipe cutter gotta get me a cause gotta get me a red leather jacket so i can give it away so i can get me a telescopic projector of the heavens like the one they got back home, like a sattelite landmine all mine like that rock that weigh too much in the little plastic case gotta break it open and take home my own little piece'o'space

Skin like rubbermeat in the gale force full from which that "pull meat please" begs from a taped up wall holding us all together like the hands of jesus in a sunday school painting like when we was learnin' the good book amen jumpin' the wall into hornets' nest graveyard turn the corner playground ditch canal glory glory hallelujah but sneakin in to the otherns' when i got the chances excitement in the last of places goin to hell for it i'm almost nearly sure which considrin' the let down not quites cardboard brick junk store atmospheric considrin' what? I don't regret. No lightning strike down heart attack car crash explosion rapturotic release maybe wrongs alongs i get by. Wake up the next day maybe wrathful vengeful safe escaped by a hair when thank fuck i gots one more to face. Skinny face Skinny whoreson. Skinny whoreson of Babylon. Look at ye, don't ye know nothin' good for nothin' haven't ye heard across the sea son, haven't ye heard across the sea.