I have seen heroes take shelter in darkness, and villains smirk in light
Angels lose their Godly touch
And demons flourishing in their eyes.

the reverse of prostate?
******* through a bottleneck;
oddly enough the *******
helps, plus *******
makes you less sexually warring...
it's like an added *******:
i'm adamant on this point,
cut the excess skin off, the males
become mad like caged ducks...
keep it... you get a surprise.

You're my LSD Nightmare
You, the truth, the light, the way
You're my LSD Nightmare
The man who made the blotter
Did not realize the gate he had opened
And when I went through it
I wondered where I had gone
You, my LSD Nightmare
I love you, I love you, I lived in you
I am your eyes and I see your face
You, beautiful life, I confide in you
I wandered towards you and I saw in your eyes
I saw the sadness of thousands of years
I saw the sorrow of all the lost children
I wished I could tell you, but you were forgotten
When I finally found you, we lost our listlessness
We tumbled through the circles of time,
And found it all back where I'd left you
I love you, I loved you, I lived in you
And when I return, I'll tell you what I saw

Do you ever get that feeling,
That you're hoping someone is missing you,
At the other side of the night.
Someone who you shared laughs with,
Shared common interests with,
Shared concerns and problems.
What if that person means more to me,
Than I would ever mean to them?
So as mystery envelops that question,
I must ask myself,
Will anyone miss me at all?

yeah, batman said so,
said: it's a bartenders' pantomime
of half-filled shot glasses
drank as human ostriches
shoved their heads into the sky
rather than the earth, in hiding
(reminiscent notice of eventual
disclosure, like a signpost that
stated right, **** happened, you
fell off a cliff), as was the original
thought: it breaks social barriers...
the only barrier i broke was impregnated
long ago... english fancy was about
taking dates... i speed-dated once,
i was never into dating,
took to the pleasure of prostitutes:
no dinner, no vanity talk:
no the beatles sing-along can i hold your hand
revised by monster magnet
**** first then handy pancake puck up flip panky?
(i want to cite type-o-negative,
really really really... next time).