Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop the end of a line a real, rainbow-likeing, luck stop where you could say I became chronologically "fucked-up". Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped off. Then, I found a place it's dark and it's rotted. It's a cool, sweet kinda-place where the copters won't spot it and I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it, however, every-day I'm dumping the body. It'd be better for us if you don't understand. It'd be better for me if you don't understand They don't know how old I am, they found armour in my belly from the 16th century, conquistador, I think. They don't know how old I am, they found armour in my belly. Passion out of machine-revving tension, lashing out at machiine-revving tension, brushing by the machine-revving tension
