Lester Haye's sticky gloves caught bags of bad blood, intercepted hand grenades. But we aged, and the channel changed. The twilight of civilization. No grace, a wasteland. The inventor of options has dropped dead from exhaustion, buried in a shallow plot next to the movie store parking lot. A TV in the coffin ceiling, lawnmower blades churning. I shall draw my blunderbuss, the fuss and flood, the pulled plug. Collapsing stacks of crutches boxes. Our hair eating our outfits. Sentences beaten senseless by babies wearing sunglasses. Bad bar mitzvah party DJs halved by helicopter blades. Frenzied men place desperate bets on epileptic seizure contests. I sent a memo out about it, but no one must have got it.🏁

Lester Haye's sticky gloves caught bags of bad blood, intercepted hand grenades. But we aged, and the channel changed. The twilight of civilization. No grace, a wasteland. The inventor of options has dropped dead from exhaustion, buried in a shallow plot next to the movie store parking lot. A TV in the coffin ceiling, lawnmower blades churning. I shall draw my blunderbuss, the fuss and flood, the pulled plug. Collapsing stacks of crutches boxes. Our hair eating our outfits. Sentences beaten senseless by babies wearing sunglasses. Bad bar mitzvah party DJs halved by helicopter blades. Frenzied men place desperate bets on epileptic seizure contests. I sent a memo out about it, but no one must have got it.🏁