Mr. Electric Ocean disappears and re-appears like a smiling/snarling phantom
Dawn: wooing the blue from the crawling eyes of babies
Midday: vanished. grinning through the sweat pores of harlots and who*es
Sundown: opening a cloak of tentacles...preaching the gospel of cracked crystal beaks
Dusk: peeling back the birth skin like wrapping paper around a virgin. vanish again
Twilight: march on electric children!
And you, with your self righteous army of
Crotches spewing paper children, his d**h hole is deeper
And stronger than love