Yellow light is coming out of his head 

fighting snakes

spit venom

he's holding a hockey stick and slapping pucks through window panes

but it's just an old barn

we're planning to tear it down next week anyway, and take the big old beams for our living room

it's the trend these days

we'll impress our visitors, maybe even get into a magazine

but slim, there, wearing his goalie's mask and  slapping those pucks

we'll have to lock him up in the cellar again

he's always telling guests to “fuck off!” an...

the long road rises up the mountain out of the clouds

but down here it's foggy

we can barely see our own noses

burning gas and coral's skeleton

going down - what floor sir?

we'll eat cockroaches

every day will be an episode of fear factor

every meal more disgusting than the last

but we'll invent new ways to cook the roaches

mix them with hemp seeds and grind them up into patties and serve them at the heart attack grill