The Changing Beast

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The Crippled Masters

The Crippled Masters (天殘地缺, Hanyu Pinyin: Tiān cán dì quē) is a 1979 Hong Kong martial arts film directed by Joe Law. The film stars handicapped martial artists Jackie Conn and Frankie Shum as two men, one without arms and another with withered legs, who train in kung fu and seek revenge upon the teacher who made them disabled. more »

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These rags are thirty million dollars
And these rags are in debt to Lucifer
And these rags say you'll never go to college and wear the
Rag pajamas to the royal court of rags
These rags are the daubing of a madman
And these rags are the inspired mark of God
These rags are the forgery of truth
Are the truth of forgery where truth is forged
These rags, the dress that I was bound in
And these rags, a statement of my blood
And these rags, the swaddling I was found in
In the spaceship that brought my disease to earth

These rags are for worship under glass
And these rags, a printout of your death 
In these rags, a planet shaking gasp, bacteria that lives outside 
The storm-cloud of your breath
These rags can't cover up your ribcage
And these rags, an insurgency of flowers
These rags, these neurons become enraged
And stage a mutiny against the dark neurotic powers
These rags, we worry with our tongues
These rags, strapped around our tails
These rags, shed when we become
The changing beast that hid beneath the 7,000 veils

This rag is a photo of the Emperor's new tits
They are made of light but colored in by darkness
These rags, a pixel blown to bits
And the bits are blown to bits and thrown to the abyss
These rags tell the story of the pestilential sons
They came up from the floor and slaughtered everyone
The rags cannot agree but everyone got paid
Was it a bloody massacre or a daring daylight raid
These rags, flutter in the sun 
And these rags will be your shadow friend
These rags, identify the one
Torn apart by sunlight as the Clothesline Boys descend

These rags are the colors that blinded me
Till the shadows reminded me to remember I can see
These rags hold the numbers that infected me
Censored and perfected me then cast me out to sea
This rag is a ribbon frayed and ripped
Unwrapping from my fingers until my pulse remits
Been carrying it for days, remembering her smell
The nature of my love, my Love, I can never tell

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