YOU THINK I’M HUMAN WITHOUT ANY RUBBER SKIN ON
DJ Narcodrone: mp3 = file format
DJ Keef: DSL = dirk sackin' lops
DJ Narcodrone: melting bodies with stevia = fund the american war machine
DJ Keef: "Combat" brand roach poison = harvested FDR clone pheromones
DJ Narcodrone: combat with mom = my daily sociopathic ritual = wish my dad was the one judging me now
DJ Keef: "biological parents" = vat-grown cyborgs, their skulls packed with excised rat brains, then possessed by the metalectronic oversouls of the 'lectroids, trying to keep you from achieving your full potential
DJ Narcodrone: daddy style = the appearance of myself with a cane expressing my skill as a lover to young women of the world = also repping my friend keef who helped establish my cred = honing of goetic magick in a texas swamp = love online for the first time in years
DJ Keef: Tiredness at mid-day = a harbinger of good things to come; the brightness of a lighter's flash caught reflected in a side-view mirror; a crisp autumn pear cut in half to reveal no seeds inside, just blank white flesh all the way through; what the pit / stone / seed at the center of the moon actually looks like
DJ Narcodrone: You + me = road mirage = Luciferian tango = guiltlessness = the hint of salt = some Nordic blood = friends of whittlers = first sincere stone age smiling
DJ Keef: the future = my smile as heard through a long-distance telephone line; your realization of the relativistic geological distances between the plateaus and canyons of your own fingerprints, and the greater relevance of this differential; an unspooled cassette tape recorded backwards, then released from the cracked backseat window of a Ford Econoline Van as a missive to Mother Nature.
DJ Narcodrone: 
DJ Keef:
I DON’T SEE NO DOG FOOD
Bill: APD Investigation Shuts Down 3 BBQ Restaurants For Meat Theft
Keef: Holy shit!
Bill: Yeah! "Operation Meat Locker."
Keef: If they were that eager to get their hands on some high quality meat, they coulda just given me twenty dollars.
Keef: HA HAAAAAA!
Bill: yeah, but they'd need more than just a child's bbq plate portion to keep Sam's open.
Bill: OHHHHHHHHH!
Keef: OHHHHH SNAAAAAAP!
Keef: It seems weird that they'd wanna use HEB.
Keef: I'm sure there are meat-slingin' wholesalers they could have stolen from.
Bill: Well, I'm thinking they knew somebody at HEB who was ripping the store off.
Keef: Ah yeah, that makes sense.
Bill: I don't think they were sending in some dude who was sticking it down his pant legs like in "Street Trash."
Bill: HEB Loss Prevention did a piss-poor job if that was how it worked.
(ten minutes later)
Bill: DUDE
Bill: THEY WERE JUST SHOVING IT DOWN THEIR PANTS
Bill: Restaurant Workers Charged With Buying Stolen Meat
Bill: I figured it was dudes on the loading dock or whatever-- that's who got busted at Target usually.
Keef: My favorite part is that the article uses the verb "shoving."
Keef: SHOVING!
Keef: Very evocative.
Bill: Yeah. Especially when you think of it in terms of racks of ribs and whole chickens.