Wednesday, January 1, 1997

Our Fine City

And they called it paragon where a cadence of hateful laughter and silent screams fills the air, where all lies within the devil's swirling cauldron, the spawning bed of demons, a megalopolis. Children dance a little caper in the middle of saint street along side newly introduced agent orange, and a vicious grin graces their young faces on their merry way down to hell, all the while with their mother's credit cards grasped tightly in their cute, little hands.

- Mike Wood

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