Ah… La Musique`…Pika-don Sakura Iro white bone red meat. Rooftop pop spent shell drop shit hit Alpha Alpha Mike Foxtrot The end an opening four note motiff then a chromatic descent to a minor C two drums one iron gong the future a swan song in fragments and debris of why me played with mangled extremities.

Honne o Tatemae what will it be? A White collar , Full Metal jacket, or hot cup of tea? Salaryman how do you say Postpone delay repeat replay swallow mistake and hope no one can see me save face each day all buy myself I trade I for me so we three can sell hide to seek success must first flee compulsory redundancy.

I hear the wolfberries barking in the bungleweeds fuckin monkey on my back turned his back on me way back of beyond in want of need. Two is one two many a mouth impossible to feed without a needle prick to kick the kick that kicks the fix when you hiss my kiss I am forlorn remiss so I take a hit but then I miss all the pleasure the pain the paralysis.

There’s a wheel of fortune spinning in the ergosphere there behind the eyes, there between the ears. There are patterns, combinations sequences and mutations .Is it Heaven or Hell but who’s to say who’s at war and who’s at play who will bend and who will break. Roll the dice stranger flip the trick Heads or Tails … it’s your pick . Would you like to Fuck Fight or Frolic?