Tuesday, June 26, 2007

That voice... Where do I know that voice?

Oh yeah now I remember...
It told me to love chickens. Their flesh, their voice and then it told me to kill the world with my cosmetics. Last time I saw him he was peaking out of a car window behind the muzzle flash of a machine gun. No wait... I do recall sometime later seeing a man that looked like him being dropped from a helicopter into a smokestack.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Oh Sotto Voce.... Oh Disembodied Head... Oh Hairless head...Oh when ciggies were cool gesticulation props...Oh The spoken song. There's just not enough of that these days.