I am your god, but call me donkey truck.
I'll worship your poverty, and you can worship
my concern, 'cause we feel your pain,
like a Bangkok rent boy, we and all the
rent-seeking starfuckers who yellow sheets,
then wear themlike patrician robes,
re-classifying them as journalism and truth.
I am your god, but call me donkey truck.
Run after me, clamor for
(
Read more... )