The March Of The Elephants

The cistern burns with the sisters who learn that certainty burns with a fist the cyst of this growth is a hope (against hope) that I loathe, and steel my self to resist. I am an animal, unprepared. A club in a drawer full of silverware, I'm under there and breathily holding. Her underwear is deserving a scolding. Disgrace is the color of red that you're looking for. I'll be wearing that working convenience store. Oh. F**k all the garbage in unforgiving piles. The landfills stretch out for ten thousand miles. The cities wear a badge that differentiates but it's the same exact shit that the dirt and sea hate. I am an animal, unprepared.