nightchip
every night
now go choke
yourself in your
gridwork
of pumpkins
there is a fried
pumpkin for every
dead cheap chap in
heaven
in your pasture
you keep dead schroeder
tight packed tight
racked
bud of death
hungry lion
i wanted you to
consider cheap replacements
was i wrong
cheaped
chips prevail
there will be
butchering in pasteurized
pumpkins' hearts
keep your eyes in
orange tangerine
where your company
devours spikes
serioused
by truths
company' rules
wall of shrugs