Foreign Telegram - Contagion

Текст с Bandcamp’а: “The pouts and the strut and the shit kicker boots— Oxygen martyrs and your other party guests: At the buffet table salivating, Over nymphs and satyrs and fleshy pods of flowers, On stems of sex with pheromones of swine, In sauce of innocence over puddings of blood. Gilded in spite with sharpened bones, The invitations read: Come if you can, Come if you can, come... All you could’ve-beens and have-nots, Who cares what you need. You light the fuse on tomorrow and waste today waiting... The wedding takes place at the heart of a shipwreck— The ironic betrothal under oceans of innuendos, Rent boys and dime girls mingle in a semi trance, Like filigree tattoos etched on ghosts. Gilded in spite with sharpened bones, The invitations read: Come if you can, Come if you can, come... Is this the malaria raving? Feverish nights of such throbbing stars. What diseased form is your Will of God? Who shouts above the rooftops, infecting all? All you could’ve-beens and have-nots, Who cares what you need. You light the fuse on tomorrow and waste today waiting... from How to Buy People, released August 22, 2007“