Am I a sacrificial lamb or just a sack of shit?

Either way - my throat's slit.

Great.

Back to Pam up in the Studio after our proverbial break...
Perverts!
Alert heard!

Well that was an unusual take
On an illusional
Trek into deep space
Emptiness
Binds the limping and shifty eyed freaks
They silently climb in mounds, writhing and violently vying
Sign of the times
Sky is small
Buildings are tall

The grind is the hard surface
There are no impervious to its design

Circus creatures
Murky headed...