Harvest Moon

Sellevangelists in 30 minute increments across the broadcasting spectrum, pimp pablum to stunned masses lying boggled on their couches from the random flickering images, production position presentation testimony offer offer; 2 for 1? I thought that was love. Screaming works well, people are drawn to loud crazy, and bug eyes, and the stranger, the better. Squeaky wheels and runaway lanes for the greasy few and the rest roll over the cliff, and away. I place my hand there, to feel your warm wet heartbeat, and nuzzle your neck, to feel it beat on my lips. Buckled knees & broken hearts & hyperextensions of both; how many times do I have to put that dog down?