Presentation #2003, Nocturne of the Anti-War Cherry Breasts

Black ice of the moonrise hangs like a cold steel nerve of brass-white charcoal, but there is unrest to the electric sparks of its brilliant golden spill! All of our red chromasomes get older, O nocturne of the anti-war cherry breasts. The dial-tone is the best thing, the green onion slices on a plate like six heart attacks, in the nocturne of the anti-war cherry breasts. Nectar of the Mozart Requiem is a sapid portrait of the artist in block print, the muscles of the sea, and nothing else but a rash nocturne of the anti-war cherry breasts.