DJ Too Fresh.

we were all too drunk to see,
we
were
all
too drunk
to see,
tripping over our tongues,
fisting with every stranger,
gumming words together, twisting
egos like a dictatorship, the children bake on the burner
here at the cha cha split level, feed your belly upstairs,
feed the demons down

• we've met before? oh, yeah, yeah, what was your name again?
• Steve.
• (the shadow tamer)
• Oh right, right, you're the guy who showed up to my last show and ate shit hella bad, huh?
• Uh, yeah, that's me... the shit eater
• Right, well I'm going jump in, my blood is growling... but uh we'll catch up later

we were all too drunk to notice, drooling into our miniature glasses 

and shooting it back into us again

our shape is a circle, 

we never go anywhere we haven't already been

• Your name is Pete, right?
• Steve.
• (the articulated artist's dream)
• Oh, right, right... WAIT, you're that guy who showed up to Frankie's last show and ate shit super bad, huh?
• Yep, that's me... THE SHIT EATER
• Well cool man, I gotta piss

we were all too drunk to see, grinding and hoping to lead this carcass to sheets

where we will fuck ourselves back into our mother's arms, 

the little hand stabs 2

and the herd coagulates quickly,

like oil in water, finding its self again,

the rage machines!

the rock and roll hermaphrodites, sadists and idiot savants unite!

hike up your tights hunny, burn some pavement, this is Saturday night!

• Dude, did you what happened to that one guy the other night?
• Who? Steve?
• Yeah...