From split LP with Moloch moloch.bandcamp.com
Released by Feast of Tentacles and Halo of Flies
lyrics
Michigan basement blues,
Maudy can't control her tone.
Sleep inside a tomb.
Baby monitor; Drekavac answers.
Touching husband directs the parade of degradation.
From beyond the edge,
Velcrow farmlight, hind legs high.
The parents. Those neglectful dogs, only in night.
We paint her nails so she can forget about the bed sores.
'65, '89, '90, '01.
I'm recovering from an Ileostomy, having had my colon removed because of a m'fing tumor. I've got this stoma on my belly that I now excrete through into a fucking bag. Not happy. But Thou have put a smile on my face with this. Life's a bitch then you die. Best thing to do is make sure you've got a good soundtrack- and this is an amazing one moggydon