Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it's a toss up between
one of those slinky oriental numbers
or a south american chiquita babe
i'm no alfred einstein, but
even i could see
it would take a chinaman
half a lifetime
click-clacking away
on his fucking abacus
to put a dent in that monkey
and even if he did, he still
wouldn't have a chinaman's chance
of scoring with either one
that's where i come in
yeah baby, that's where i come in
with the white zombie voodoo shit
they get hot and sweaty
and lose their will to resist
they are my love slaves now
living only to serve me
when i release them
they will remember nothing
so i can get them back at any time
if that is what i truly desire

Meanwhile I am still smoking
Thinking as little as possible

True Believers scare the dog shit out of me

I am waiting for the roof to cave in

"The word friend...when you look back...all the time"

i'm with you, brother. these little fantasies sustain me in my lonely hours.