I think you'll live, you fucking spiv.
Bullets,
Bitka,
Borba,
Bombings,
Finding cars that run on fat.
If you have half a brain cell—
take your dog,
take your cat.
Drive until the world is ending.
Find the druid,
pull your teeth,
cut your hair,
cure your meat.
Cat and dog, rest in peace.
If you have a life to live,
why not lay your soul to rest?
Split the atom,
Eve and Adam,
Eat that snake—
God be damned.
Spider people, eating people—
Bosch was right, the world is mad.
If the black coats come to find me:
burn my books,
kill my dad.
Spreading seed is our disease.
We did it once,
and now—
we leave.
— [REDACTED]