Eller tenk deg Iggy blir gitt et godt råd av mamma Patti

etter at Iggy var ute av hospitaslet for en periode.
Og kom bjeffende opp på scena til henne.

WHEN I WAS A KID I ATE DIRT.

It’s like the story of the mother who pampered a kid and wouldn’t let him out.
She wouldn’t let him do anything.
She wouldn’t let him put his radium ring on.
She wouldn’t let him shine.
She wouldn’t let him sit in the bedroom and put the flashlight on his hand so he could make a skelet and read comic books.

He couldn’t do anything that was natural life.
He was living in a world where everything was … polyester.
He couldn’t even sit on the train.
Nothing. He couldn’t do anything. Anymore.
He was paralyzed.
His father said, I better I better think of a way so that you can regenorize.
So you can walk around freely.
Although things that are reconstructed of something that will take its own from you.

You are on your own after you do this.
I need your flesh.
Come here Peter, he said.
And he got on his knee. And his father put his hand deep in his knee.
His hands was big like Jimi Hendrix, they could push your face in.
Like the way they could jack a strike.
He put his hand round Peters cock.
And humpted humpted. Light in his hand.
He showed him how. To jet stream.
He showed him how to push it in.
He showed him how to spurt.

It took nearly 100000 years to find
To find this way to
Push his son in.
But they captured him and put him in prison
Put William right in prison.

And there he died. In his cell.
And every day his little son Peter would
Go running in the fields
Waiting for his daddy to
Come and give him a
Big black UFO..oooooo.

His father died.
And left him a little farm in New England.