Yeah botox injections. Chemical solvents. Making midnite movies. Contaminated actors living on a farm. Harnessed to a life of protein and equipment. Gristle and grain soft nights. Every day a reaction to infection. Manholes and enlightened towers. Walking down imitation streets. Little girls with plastic cameras. And shops full of cold cuts and candy. Hear the trains bisecting the night. Hand grenades in the trash. Medics running from the sun. She borrowed cartilage and wire. Tracing my face with broken hands. Yeah. Ahhh... sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la