you`ve been forewarned of the shakedown. opinions stamped on
the pulp of the tabloid newsstand gossip that`s stacked at your
door. you swallowed the last of free MA. car starts, four windows
lowered away: last views of cityscapes crumbling.
skyscrapers sink into the ground. all static, no noise: turn
the radio down. those bandwidth signals can`t reach this far.
don`t go holding out on me now (i thought that you had come to
expect more...)
