Appetite for Construction...

With much respect to the late great Pink Floyd's The Dark Side of the Moon, there is a dawning of a new era, which whether ready for the harsh truth or not will be exposed to something truly terrible, horrible, horrendous & deadly to human life.

Life as you know it my young reader will cease to exist.
The sales man will engage in his final transaction with lady death.
They'll fornicate and bring life to tree of happy money.
He'll sell the world and frame the check for his tyrant offspring.
We'll come together and generate support for Mr. Kite while we fix the hole in our heads.
We'll get by with a little help from our friends.
Everyone will hear and fear these poems we've engraved into their stones of hate.
Stories of lonely emotions who make their beds in the dark & rigid cold will abort us.
The elderly, unable to cope, will disown us and settle amongst the rocks and worms keeping the soil warm and fed.
We'll paint ourselves in fashion so they'll deem us attractive.
Get covert, infiltrate their home & feed poison to their children.
We'll rally with a vast amount of force and great intentions.
We'll defend what they don't understand & give life to construction.
We've learned what we can from them.
Their chance has gone hand and hand with the sun...


welcome the BAD side of the MOON.