postwar clone's blisters

the end is near, piss away your pain _ going to be in a violent rage _ moan and complain _ restore hydration and _ more coffee helps _ the pendulum swings _ the continuing saga of corrupted partition maps of the face of mao tze tung _ come, humble servant, and bring forth wine and food, without hesitation _ king john chews the lobster's head and can't get a clear vision of the battlefield _ we're starving and he lets us die _ "brain atrophy" isn't the first partition of the folder "netiquette for the undead" _ the moon is a stone's throw away from here _ moloko hits can't be downloaded from here _ the king's soldiers are busy now _ i have been sentenced to hanging _ they come and are taking me away right now _ they don't know i'm not here _ they only see my postwar clone's blisters bursting _ vomiting a flood of yellow-green starry mucus out