She’s left alone with all the religions of the world.
She chews her daisies and teases crocodiles.
The Monks and Priests secretly crave her goat milk.
No evil spirits in flying porky, You’ll have him for breakfast tomorrow.
She may be pretty, she may be rich, She’ll be watching you with that fucking home monitor system she got in that teepee back there.
Just another Chlorine Dream. – Riel Benn