Escrito en San Francisco no. 1
A snap shot of Jesus.
Charges: horse betting, pissing outside of a church. like always.
More charges: destroying computers (“don’ chat, please!”).
Jesus smoking his madness, Jesus smoking a jar full of human eyes, then, the end of the world. Two giraffes are asking for coffee, a blue demon is thinking of lips and God in an electric wheel chair. Who the hell is Sam Adams? A waste of trees, birds drinking from the ass of a dead blonde. “Do you have slot envy?” Just another day in Paradise. Advertising soul, and happy elder men and women. The rhythm of hell is an slovenian princess walking on a river of wigs. The chairs have names that nobody knows, beer is Heaven, and three pairs of legs. Beer is a helicopter throwing dead birds over the Kremlin… Just another day in Paradise.
An automatic dreaming machine, transparent trains full of hourglasses showing the same time. The leopard is black, stiletto heels are raining all over the streets. The chairs have names that nobody knows.
Beer is light, beer is Heaven.
Who the hell is Sam Adams? Jesus shouts: “Please let me smoke!”
Maestro Limbo 