[DESTROY THE CZECH TROJANS:] [AND THE EVE OF OCTOBEX/OCTOVUS:] October 31, 2004, 23:38 {dawn} GOD SPEED, captain Vienna We are happy to report love is dead and rising! Alkaline hands on deck and the mornings spitting like a kaleidoscope Xanalogue, we march onwards from the horizon and on to clouds of satin and rouge [EXPOSE:] and soak your blood in sugar dearly beloved, X’s and Y’s we’ve rearranged the toss tell apart and can tell you’re our biggest fan above the skies are just wakening, weakening from the clutch of psychic touch oh crystal moth ball, where you emerge like a shot in the dark the Hiroshima playing by request, the widowmakers on their backs toast for glory, glory to do is your duty but worthwhile, it’s a pity as you drink to a black sun tiding {midday} fade in on widowmaker, humming open hyms of degeneration from a lips to lungs debate at the peroxide wake the governor and the odium, the clamp who weighed the opium chances, violent four, we lie at the bottom soon too we watched our scarlet leads wreathed tripe until horizons pawned outside Perhaps we’ll ride in on que, with a monocled few exchanging change for a petty dare. Instead, we’ll ride back down to Blacklist where the rusting halos still hang And the gang green’s talk in drawl and speckled slang. The Sephia lights blaring and calling electric lovers to return to honey milk sands But darling, nothing is forever… {sundown} we watch from the balcony as summer kisses the guillotine {dusk} (to the melody of black music for bear traps) Our hearts were asleep by the crime light assassin no, I never ever never met a Czech I liked put my powdered wig on and you whispered something and like a sovereign of the chemicals, you were right. shivers like gossip, pale like a virtue sleeping on a bed of roses tonight heal the purple heart, for the eels in the dark or call the cosmopolitan, she’ll know what to do cause I live in the city of angels I live in the city of angels I live in the city of angels I’m a devil the four were blushing,gushing like geysers well I never ever never met a tramp I liked at the gypsy moth banquet, you’re epitomizing behind the veracose veil, they’ll feel you like braille as the barium sun sets salvation city our barnacle scarlet chimes to life stately sirens of Iodine now hear the synapse kiss of decadence widowmaker wore our mother’s skin, the sun has sold us out again siamese fink, worn like mink can’t you sleep with red tide glaring? here’s to the violent four CONTROL CONTRIVE CONTRACT CONSTRICT hungry again, maiden head? combing the salt off of their ruined disguises conjoined a new prey in the city of muses Yet I am the plague of the modern age just drowning in the salt of the earth… {twilight} was it panic wrenching the guilded bulletin? And the answer was none of the above(?) It seems I’d been falling closer and closer into the czech republic’s snapping jaws And the saint, in her clairvoyance and wisdom, needed a drastic tactic to break me free from czech control. Drastic measures must be taken, this I know is true… [END VIENNAGRAM:]