Listening to: Golden Rain, "Ketjak: The Ramayana
Monkey Chant" (it took some searching, but i
remembered i had this record).

"Porno Megastore" (for Verbophobia)

When that dire November hurls its sway
And all Undead-Americans are exultant
To have seen the last sequoia's day:
Let the chameleon man begin, resultant

Of fraud befrauding those whose suavity
Is greasepaint rhost. Instead of kissing daylight
Turquoise, we shall join up too. The tea
Party has room for losers' panache, & froglegs...

The pro-Saddam wing. Charge of the fiery lilac
Harl, no records but our oval eclogues;
A good squirm will be had. Not fray-peripheral,
To hairlip the Pope whose 15kg dildo

A genealogy of orcs reaps feral.
In the stable of harmony, the swarms build.

09 26 03

Review of 2 guitar lines. "Seven Nation Army" by
The White Stripes. The lyrics are downbeat, but
the guitar has the swagger of a successful scam.
"Like a Stone" by Audio Slave. Says everything
there is to say about the year of 2003 A.D. in
one snarling run of distortion. I lay down my pen
in respect. (Till i read some more news again...)