Harlem (pt 3)
I’m High and Listening to SEXXX DWARF! This slap Kills! Soft Cell Only On 106.Never!
A skull nestled snug from the rain inside an alien lighthouse, and PIRATES WILL CONQUER (presumably accompanied by a clap of lightning).
Fuck Mr. Romney He is a Bumbled Ass! Hit Me Up for a Link to a Link to a Link to a Manual Salesman of Tijuana Bible Dealers.
Puta Madre (a sombrero-eyed robot in cold rainpaved stone)
At the base is a pile of skulls and crossbones,
rain-soaked Pamphlets dropped by those peaceful planes in the sky.
Red searchlights peruse the claustrophobic ruins of the City
skulking between old archways and unused boulders
piercing ancient carvings and making them shine with crimson.
Here are Four Different Siren Sounds:
- Daniel Bromfield