it's the awesome return of...
[delivered via homing pigeon]
al is not eating [only drinking] to keep the fear up, but fuck all that, there’s enough of that down here to keep the eyes wide at night. i am on the road not by choice but by impossible circumstances, and nothing could have been better for me. i would advise you to do the same…business is not healthy here, or there, or wherever you are.
so run. unplug. and run. go anywhere, but just go, because it’s coming on. it's right below the horizon like a black sun and it’s creeping up on you and the only thing to do is to run and keep on going so it never shines it’s search light on you.
that's right, mama, i'm talking about the man. that's right, the man. uncle charley. mister bossman. el jefe. the head something-or-other in charge. the man, motherfucker, the man.
you think i'm paranoid? ok, ok. oh, i know…i can tell by the way you are looking at me. but what would you have done? well? tell me! that’s what i thought. stop looking at me!
look, all i can say is that it involved a cop, an axe, a chicken, and his dog. say no more.
so while i am on the lam, let me regale you, child, with stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it's true. greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze.
al is not eating [only drinking] to keep the fear up, but fuck all that, there’s enough of that down here to keep the eyes wide at night. i am on the road not by choice but by impossible circumstances, and nothing could have been better for me. i would advise you to do the same…business is not healthy here, or there, or wherever you are.
so run. unplug. and run. go anywhere, but just go, because it’s coming on. it's right below the horizon like a black sun and it’s creeping up on you and the only thing to do is to run and keep on going so it never shines it’s search light on you.
that's right, mama, i'm talking about the man. that's right, the man. uncle charley. mister bossman. el jefe. the head something-or-other in charge. the man, motherfucker, the man.
you think i'm paranoid? ok, ok. oh, i know…i can tell by the way you are looking at me. but what would you have done? well? tell me! that’s what i thought. stop looking at me!
look, all i can say is that it involved a cop, an axe, a chicken, and his dog. say no more.
so while i am on the lam, let me regale you, child, with stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it's true. greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze.
Johnny St. Clair wuz here at 5:49 PM
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Mr. St. Clair,
You think you're slick but you ain't got shit on me. I am the master...listen closely, I'll say it again...the punk master. Now eat your sandwich, bitch.
Sincerely,
The Master
mmmmmmmm
vaseline and hair
the sandwich, of course, was delicious
~crack pipe johnny
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that's right...that's right...she better call you mister
tell 'em johnny...bitches get choked!
~chomper
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