#3

[acomplication]

The more diminished one of the brood is here. As is its chere fille.

With a scalpel in hand
If I stop moving I will sleep on my feet

And the rumors are seething
Gunfire at freeway exits, bridges, mid barricades
I can feel the fog creeping
God where is the morphine, the sweet lidocaine

Comments

[acomplication]

Like father like daughter.

[acomplication]

You still haven’t changed
Isn’t life deranged like lunatics?

I've told the fille all that is important for her to hear. The one of her repeated imminent demise rings markedly clear.

[pseudologos]

Doesn't he eat kids or something?

[acomplication]

Disappointing, isn't it? He has so much potential.