I'm a demon, and I love rock and roll

Fritos and Heinz make American Nachos.  Eat your burrito
before it turns into a wallet.  The town of Hermitage, TN has
a population of more than one. Hiroshima screams in the
bathroom at 4 AM.  Don’t curse the blazes – curse the man
who installed it. Write and remain irredeemable, a
Pontiac Hatchback spinning its wheels in Swamp Thing’s
kitty pool.  Burroughs and the Howling Man speak the
spell of Tut, hubris and will and all the subtle calculations:
one big, ugly mutt. A Nissan Rogue has left on its headlights.
This era of ‘Please and Thank You’ has ended. The white
stuff on the carpet is not cocaine; it’s Krispy Kreme. You want
a new drug? Yawn and change the channel to the story about
the scythe and the salesman.  The grinding you’ll hear is the
disengaging of the parking brake as the night clears its throat
and rolls off the planet into a bad, 13th-floor memory, muttering:
“I want the strength, and I want the allowance…I want the
strength, and I want the allowance” and knowing that ghosts

listen, if not to you, then to your ghosts. 

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