Ring around the hemisphere, all fall down.
Shields up, boots off, hee-haw town.
Built environment but so owned, state apparati strike at dawn, wow.
un-huh.
Media fires the brightest lights, dumb like cities' dumb delights.
Bombs like bosoms in Arabian night.
Awed and fucked and bored and shocked, alright?
But I am a whore, not a slut.
the strange remains of a soldier hospital.
Will his remains cross and dot her?
Mired legless on the beach, wishing for the tide, pining for the sea, wow.
un-huh.
No waves wash and are you over?
Are there no items to show in this folder?
No more will to power, master, just one part of the new disaster.