bethel

bethel



waituntilthere's somethin to wash off
there were like three cups of cofffee and a koolaidpink candle
i mean we think it was a candle; it was melting at any rate
it was ON FIRE.

listening to dio or dvorak or dionysus or the devil.
i was RIPPING THE FUCKSKIN OFF IT.
60 bucks short and was like right outta jail and
couldn't wait to start counting calories.

filed like financial records, we found mountains of crimescene photos
and when we snuck up on the back of the house he
was
smashing the machine with a hammer and he had missed and had smashed his hand
and there was some bloodsplash
but nothing much

and that other motherfucker was in there calmly watching the game
i say "calmly" and i mean as calm as you can be with a seismic rattle in yr bones
and all that iwannafuckinrapeyou inside.