that 'pig' is an aeon over lifetime...
that pierce its nose...
embracing hell like,
naked girls dancing on the dance floor,
snoring bout democracy out loud...
and loud become music...
and music become irresistibly masocristic...
feel periodic in space...
static...
let the pig walk!
let the pig talk...
couse one day...
we'll be eating that pig... -kyl
