Drop a tab
Watch the shadow-images of the rod play with the ripples on the water
Stand naked on the shore, tease, lure
Hook, then pull
Play and tire
Kill - the magic of fresh blood.
Headless and clean now, eat
And know, feel, to fire-warmed bones
We’re all dead fish, never more.

Using some leftover dry ice to give the plants a shot of CO2.


The poetry of love hurts worse than tears
It only renews all of my fears
Of an old man with a whore in bed
Living too long
Always wishing to be dead
So pass me the pipe and get me a beer
Cuz I’m gonna tell you what you don’t want to hear