Thirty-six Views of Mount Baker

youve failed to live with health--so plain to see youre sickly--your ogre cup is empty--you have had no frothy mirth--your shirt is stained with mudpies--your home begins to tremble--i miss those little glasses--they made your eyes so small--and did i fail to mention--your ogre cup is empty

you smell like plastic lining--you smell like old new car smell--you smell like fridge removal--you smell like lightbulb static--you smell like busted windows--the fumes accrete like vultures--they chart you like a project--your rottenness is sundry--youve had no frothy mirth--your mudpie shirt is scanty--your trembled roof is shoddy--and clearly missing glasses--your eyes are quite a largeness--its really hard to miss--and speaking of such grimness--your ogre cup is empty

let sunday's pregnancy birth a long successful week

yeah im actually from ogre village and we really dont fucking play about biting into a haunch of meat on the bone