sweet blood of Jesus: it's sweet 

a mosquito could and probably 

would get the sugar blues from 

biting into the fucker 

but I'm immune 



8 o'clock, 7 o'clock, 6 o'clock 

no matter what the hour 

there's always another one 

somewhere 



give us this day 

give up on 

this day 



all that's left 

is tufts of stuff 



totem of scrotum 

in Sioux City, Iowa 

(the afternoon is shit there) 

I'd rather stick a fork in my gums