Starve An Artist, Cover Your Trash

Still balancing the bar, stiff-necked. Withstanding change like a tragic

play or holy war between the sects. The carnival stands but the cities will

tend to move. Like planets around a star, or water circling the drain? Sould

less potboilers. Avant guardian angels on the wrong page of the map. Avant

guardian angel I am heartache, let me pass. Still holding up the wall. Still

life. A landmark placed for the photo op. He's got no teeth, he doesn't bite an

empire falls but the cockroaches stay to breed. Is it superior genes, or won't

death collect such awful things? Yes it's garbage, but does that mean that it's

art? Gourmet carnage, a pulse without a heart. If you leave it hanging long

enough, someone will be amazed and just because it's personal doesn't mean it's

not cliché. If it doesn't look like something now, steal it before it does.

Avant guardian angel on the wrong page of the map. Avant guardian angel I am

heartache, let me pass I will be there to help straighten out the frame that so

proudly displays my own death certificate.