Nom, nom, nom.

And the angel of the Lord came unto me,
snatching me up from my
place of slumber,
and took me on high,
and higher still until we
...moved in the spaces betwixt the air itself.
and he bore me unto a
vast farmland of our own midwest,
and as we descended cries of
impending doom rose from the soil.
one thousand, nay, a million
voices full of fear.
and terror possessed me then.
and I begged,
"Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?"
And the angel said unto me,
"These are the cries of the carrots,
the cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
and to them it is the holocaust."
And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat
like the tears of one million terrified brothers
and roared,
"Hear me now,
I have seen the light,
they have a consciousness,
they have a life,
they have a soul.
damn you!
let the rabbits wear glasses,
save our brothers...can I get an amen?
can I get a hallelujah? thank you, Jesus.

~Maynard James Keenan

We're all made of stars

Down the drain in an '81 Chevy Citation

Chuch!

Bemusedly my muse

Claims this not a ruse

Oblivious and unaware

I did this on a dare

But alas who cares

I’ve got’er by the hairs

Short curlies of course

Screamin till she’s hoarse

This is my God

This is my addiction

More an affliction

These words I spit

The hairs I split

Semantics for the people

Games in the steeple

Crossing the eyes

And dotting my tease

Do what the fuck you please

Please?