SF4
During last weekend’s energizing reading, one piece received extremely well was Diabolo’s Cadillac. So, with stunning egotism, I’ve reproduced it below. (An orchestrated version appears on the Deviants’ CD Dr. Crow that will be re-released in super deluxe form by Captain Trip Records in Tokyo.)

DIABOLO'S CADILLAC
Room 101
A ratcage on my face
The pain is close indescribable
The horror, the horror
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

Morning is beyond the drapes
And demons wrench at my eyelids
With steel pliers
Blessed Virgin just show me mercy
Or give me a Valium
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

My brain is as dry and shriveled
As a motherless sponge
And I dread the ultimate re-entry
Of the blood
When the torture of the damned
Will resemble a bright day at the beach
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

Jesus, god, give me a break here will you?
It's only a chemical analogue
For those two old dogs
Pleasure and Retribution
I've heard that twelve steps
Can lead to salvation
But I also recall that one more
Will take you to the gallows
I don't need a stinking program
Just a remission from guilt
And some show about Hitler
On the History Channel
While I collect my scattered senses
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac


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RUSS MEYER RIP (see comments)
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CRYPTIQUE – Ducks are waddling, in search of a row.

QUOTE OF THE DAY – Thank goodness I’m wearing a crotch rope. – Trinity