In Heaven, we will have fun and settle many scores

Some Eloquent Graffitii

I have some reckless words and I want you to listen recklessly

They broke their backs lifting the western dream to heaven, crippled the dream tumbled back in on them

The dream spread through parties and barbeques, smashing open young infinite heads with concrete and beer, devouring imagination and consciousness

Dead walking, though they defend their fake empire with both hands against the mongrels of dissension, mutts like these are the most beautiful

Prophetic ramblings and ideas are dog housed and banned from Moloch’s mouth, whose dull and aborted sound bites rule the airwaves

A fear and hope endless continuum dig through us, anxiety and love plague us, a plan hatching aesthetic followed us into the taxi cab of night

American Prayer, we are always happy to see. And we spent our last pennies on beer and carnival games

And, alone on a dock, staring into His eyes, I dreamt that we was all beautiful and strong

beautiful and strong

so beautiful and strong