FEMA Boxcar, exhibited as Boxcar Named Desire in Memory Play @ Herberger Theater Gallery |
BOXCAR is another of those fables at our sister state we'd rather not believe. Demythologists don't plan to. But still the excess populations threaten our superiors' earth. Something must be done. But no matter.
In some sections of our downtown the falun gong meet surreptitiously and sing songs like
this:
It’s like I’m a midwife and I’m
catching the heads as they’re falling,
Goin to the boxcar and I'm
catching the heads as they’re falling,
Goin to the boxcar and I'm
wielding my prison shackles,
Shackled in a boxcar and its
higher than nor-r-rmal,
higher than nor-r-rmal,
three tier torture transporters,
Shackled in a boxcar and I’m
startin' to get wor-r-r-ied,
startin' to get wor-r-r-ied,
Chinese prisoner boxcars
that makes me want to be a Christian,
Fitted with a guil-lo-tine and I'm
waiting for a martial lawthat makes me want to be a Christian,
get me a seat in the boxcar
of the new world or-or-der.
of the new world or-or-der.
Experience
firsthand
From an unpublished document:
The Mythical Horrors of Carol Novak
The Mythical Horrors of Carol Novak
Is it too good to be true that more of this appears at Thee Mystical Mirror Carole Novalis. Should not an omnibus be ensuing?
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