Drink ice cold Stilettos with maraschino cherries from the inner thighs of big bottomed girls who want to f*ck the world but got f*cked by the world. Society flies by at the speed of Dolby Digital light. Seeing god on motel ceilings. Worship skin-tight, sequined halters. Sin in the womb of willing acquaintances, Sin pushed out in blood flecked innocence, pushed around in strollers. Synthetic love sold by the pound in tamper proof packages....