The Petit Wazoo
Le Grand Guignol
“Saw”
see-
Mediterranean
diet
Coke
coal
Christmas stocking
You better watch out, you better not pout.
stand guard
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
“Raw shark?”
October 12th, 1985: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.”
“What happened to us? What happened to the American Dream?”
None of you understand. I’m not locked up in here with you; you’re locked up in here with me.
Perspective
Riding off into the sunset
Happy trails to you.
Hit the road, Jack