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"AS I ROAR DOWN THE ASPHALT IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK, MILKING THE MOUNTAIN TO FLUSH ITS TEARS, HEARING IMPAIRED, IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO FLEE, FIRE FROM EARTH, I NO LONGER NEED THE KEYS, MY GAME BOARD IS TATTERED, I SET OUT AMONG THE SPEEDING FACES LOOKING IN AND SEE THEIR TEETH CLATTER, GO OUT MAN OF HOLY GRIME, AMBUSH THE ANCIENT CITIES."     E.D.L

Lassoed With A Decorative Tongue
writings by Eric David Lough


Pistol Whipped
writings by Eric David Lough


" I can always feel them dousing their hellish eyes on me
hurling massive stones on my pale skin
kneading me with their birthmark tones
fluttering from their lips..."

from:  LINGO RIOTS