Red, White & Blonde - Subtle

After all…

No one has to hatch these days…

Since eating ones own shell is so depressing

Scowering your liquid rhine for those first few vitamins

All To euthanize the yolk slicked white horse you rode in on

To stand and wipe the blue birth blood from your eyes alone

No one spits up mothers milk at 21

Wearing their umbilical cord outside their clothing

At a highschool dance or sits

Brushing the blue birth blood from their hair at 30something

These are the days of anyone being blonde

The days of mind convincing and the god/luck medium

A time of gold and uncertainty

Noise and expensive genetic victory

The proper time for bright black clothes and last ditch diets

The information age and all its molecular pimping

These are salutations

From a nebulous and smoking 90's

Base anthems of an American cancer soiciety

Cold Fork and fuel of the terrible great nothing much