One girl, a former poet living and breeding in New York,
collecting change and asking passer-bys if they would die for her.
She believes that circular objects are more intrusive
than those with corners. She is extremely fertile. The skull
bone is connected to the neck bone. Ambition is found to more
often be anger in sheep's clothing. Honk if you're horny.
She is somehow smarter than her eating disorder. [The devil
inserts subliminal messages here] Unlike most, she takes the
time to understand before she agrees. Sex isn't interest.
[The government inserts subliminal messages here] To her,
laughter is almost always insincere. She sleeps with those
to clarify their mystery. It would be so easy to offset the
balance. She underestimates law enforcement though it usually
works to benefit. So tell me, would you die for me?

Walking in on your parents having sex with atmospheric sounds abrasive rhythms and the image of caregiving, loving parent blindfolded and bound to a bed post sweating and shivering in pain and ecstasy. Plus we just released our first CD.