Texty:
Luddite Clone

Pulled apart I'm the wish bone but if I scream I'll do it with my mouth shut tear at the eyes of the scarecrow to see his stitched eyes wince his won

When the teeth can hold back the gears when the stitches are all that hold the scars together and the lakes dry up like deserts is that when I will have

We are an experiment programmable shells lab at breeders hold the water bottle humans push the pellets three miles with the turning signal on we are

Isn't this enough to feed your lust does the blood not satisfy your tongue it used to kill the cravings it used to soothe the beast I used to chant the

Assembled in a mass grouped inside pigeon holes constructed by a sketch a factory of evasion the worms crawl to the wine like salt to a slug they wither

Somehow I knew it would come to this an emperor without clothes your still clinging to a stitch are you calling yourself caesar yet? caught green handed