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wheat delusion
Corn Red Moon, 1990, Caroliner Rainbow Stewed Angel Skins.
There was a moon who would stay in the corner of your eye It would follow your bread smells and wring pantries dry Knocking food down for bugs again and again Corn Red Moon gets shot at but supper stealings don't end Corn Red holes in its bulb body waked a brand at it Nasty things are put together and bitter letters are writ. To a bank we went to see if they had a common earned Wages and politeness have this Corn moon turned Away out bang! bang you stealer it bored The Corn Red Moon went by a window and cannon ball hit abor! Corn Red Moon must have chuckled all night or more Corn Red Moon must have chuckled at us getting so sore! Everyone all ground made a stew all day Potatoes and wrick soaps were added to the boiling array Out of the corner of an eye the Corn Red Moon came And it fixed its kernelly bulb somewhere above the steam The cannon was fixed on a place in the haze Bang it roared hitting nought but steam and a head. The face it whapped was a rider for the bank. Tears were shedded and that cannon left unthanked. Corn Red Moon came around now and again of course Until a smartie made a flop pie taken from behind of a horse A bad taste pie and we had finally succeeded So if a Corn Red Moon sniffs at your crumbs horse muffins feed it
I'm sorry for my sudden burst of posts but is this not the fucking coolest. Is it not. I'm so insanely obsessed.
CAROLINER RAINBOW GUMKUPPERS [CAROLINER] "Fixing & mixing cracked Skulls" / COMMODE MINSTRELS IN BULLFACE "Theme from the Destruction of the Turd Man"
(split 7". P-Tapes. 1994) [US]
o lucky spirits, oh grief hard you beat me; the days start with sun-up and won’t let me be