hairy eyeballs

 shabby old mods, on noisy Vespas - the Bovingdon crew

We become a graveyard for ghosts

The gutters of time

I walk like a turd

Fuck it, I'll  buy a suit

That'll show them who's a castrato

Sea of electric eels

 Church of the Most Precious Blood

 complexion of liver pate 

 old rotten spunk

 man-hum