Open call for prison architects

Send me all blueprints a.s.a.p.

Stack the wall such that I cannot breathe



Man is bleeding forever

Because of the weather

I hope soon to leave from the east



No more absolutes, no more absolutes

Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along

Amateur seasalt gatherers colonised

Good enough for conrad hilton

Not good enough for my eyes

I trust you will tell me

If I am making a fool of myself



Man is bleeding forever

Breeding forever

They come out blister the sea