John Lee Hooker made me realise I was about as bad ass as a newborn kitten/reciting poetry to stillborn infants: ten happy pill addicts are smiling directly into my freshly shaved countenance / blink three times and turn that shit rust to gold / dead models turn me off/ sarcasm corner.. People who whistle advert jingles are really cool people/ I curled up in a ball and rolled off to Mecca/ peanut butter for kids with under-develoff