Karta flips out, Karta flips right the fuck on out and she’s gone for like hella days,
Karta kicks it hopelessly hapless, all
poser kid-set space cadet sparkle sparkle and subtle euphoria, Karta is pretty
bite and cleaver smile, gentle mind-fuck social lubricant with
killer vocals to match, Karta stands naked as hell outside the cage feeding
the bears her own special blend of deep personal relevance and
profound revelation, Karta says fuck the sign, Karta runs pure A #1 rocket fuel,
ain’t no sleep, don’t need no sleep, Karta is a rebel without a
pause, Karta massages uptight temples with blown out speakers and half cocked
pistols, Karta’s all like expository my ass, read the fine fucking print
you’re dead motherfucker you’re dead

Richard Barnhart