PURVIS n FLOYD

[eyeovsix6pix]

set yourself aside...wait for an invitation...that will never arrive.Drive an Olds 98 155mph into a T....take a left take a right...push the pedal to the floor....angels will fly...tonight.It must be early or for some quite late.....whatever your pleasure sir.....we can accomadate...WE have what it takes. WAIT.....! This can't be the score...the game is fixed......Purvis didn't get the job done...no thanx to Chester Smith.Set yourself aside...we'll take care ov your corpse....take flight w/angels wing & dew....smell the pre-dawn air.Who said the game....plays by the rules.....your lux not in the dice Sonny Jim....even the minister....could've told you that.Step inside the door...everything is permitted...THIS is where it is at.Now take off your fedora and sit on down.....count the hours with Sylvia Plath....you've set yourself aside too long now...even contemplated genocide....these events are too troublesome...for you.You skipped sniffin airplane glue,to dive into the runway with Gia in tow.Tonight angels take flight...don't fight....all men must pay this debt...I said the same to Pretty Boy Floyd.I'm not your friend......I'm just here to collect