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The Perfect Rat. First I would like to thank Dennis Cruz the poet for living this darkness for me and bringing back with him the words Satan would only allow me to speak. And also I thank Mario Lalli (guitarist) along with Greg Ginn (bassist) for their professionalism and the respect they have shown me throughout this ordeal.
Now the other three names( the first guitarist, the drummer, and the engineer) my lawyer still prohibits me to mention . But I feel a driven need to express gratitude. For when it came time to make the video for this song they really stepped up for me!
Putting indifference aside they dressed up in rat costumes. Which fit so well. And they wore the suits with courage and humility. While watching them rehearse in the cage, a set my wife had built, a tear fell from my left eye. I forgave them, then.
For these three men, redeemed now, still portrayed rats so convincingly. It was as if they were born for their roles. As if they were...The Perfect Rats.
Truly,
Jack Brewer.

PS: As a disclaimer I should add that these commentaries are from a historical point of view. There are no lasting grudges between any of the band members. These are guys who do have a good sense of humor. We are all able to look back and laugh. In fact I have since heard from all the members. And they have all given my annecdote a thumbs up. My imagery was actually a mimic of Gary's weird sense of humor. He recognized it and also had a pretty good laugh. So to my imaginary audience I say. None of us are perfect. Let us just try our best to get along. And I was and still am right.

Outlandish dreams
Morning of funerals
spent the day
Tireless criminals
Grateful
The sun left the night
Another fire
From Jerusalem to Golgotha
Guillotine necklace
As, gold leaf crucifix
All chains entwine
Believe me, leave now
While time is still
For the blood proof will set
A floral pattern in truth
Splotches and smirks
A face tapestry of telling
Our wasted patience and rearing
Rise/witness if nothing else
Rise/no enlist if nothing at all
-Her wet trail on my eyes
Her scarf over my breathing-
Like today, today
Make haste not tally long
For the insects are
Plotting our alienation as sure
The foreigners
Convert anger into pollen, Sire
So beach our needles
Floor pedals, flour pebbles
Pedal worship of ours
Shuttle gods of molasses
To occupy felt absence
With kisses
To the mouths
Of caves
We polish our medals
Under sterile stars
We take
Our insane children
To the shore
Their solid blood spoils meekly
We squander disease
Inherent Earth
Rumored to turn,
And masses, to flower
Less sanctimoniously
Where the belly of words have failed
The worms divide
In the dowsing rain
There the folds have opened
And the rivulets, dust
The soft tug of ocean
Ruins the childless finger tips
As fences eat away
At isolation
The teachings of Buddha
From a Hotel drawer
A Gideon spider
Dead in a pool of decadence
And outpour of song
Sorrow of the air
Chatter vacuum
Of less said
To help us yet
And we think
And we think
And it gets us cause
cause- that is what we get
Where are we going this light?
Pink-eyed parasite
Faltered tongue
Reprehensive to argue
Moral
Blood denial
For prophets slow hiss
Even filtered wall
Static tentacles of wanting
Satellite of taunting
Culmination of pixels
Coiled as if serpents
That chaos is color
This coupling animal dance
Birth made moment
Of feeling verses knowing
The tight eyelids
That then flutter like wings
Of pigeons ripped by crows
Flowers on the lips of buildings
Temples of spilling
Corridors of gristle
Meat of men. Meat of butchers
Wait up! Wait up!
The lie is dining
We mustn't let them see us aging
The lepers are raping
And the worms escaping
Oh Socrates. Oh nihilist
Take Sodom solace
To Los Angeles
Down the basins
Of holy fiction
Tales forged by tiny apes
Armed with razors and gumption
Planted mirrors
Size of hand
This is due time
Locked in earth time
Feigning seeds
And eating minutes
Killing hours
Meat at war
With matter
The road of scattered bodies wind, wind
Rain people think louder
And wail with waves of chemical
That no one getting any,
No one getting envy,
No one getting plenty
No one getting
In the blood fuse
Eyes salt
In the stalk unlearning
Counter swimming
The flesh meld
Backyard breath
Careless moor

Morning of funerals
spent the day
Tireless criminals
Grateful
The sun left the night
Another fire