My rats go apeshit whenever I play Slayer's Reign in Blood or Lou Reed's Transformer; whether with love or hate I can't tell

Hey Mr. Dennigan, I think we (humanity, you, me, chicken, kitten, and rooster)should stop waxing poetic on our fellow unknowns including our own year eleven thousand and one as in A.D., after death, Anno Domini which means the same thing even if you've neglected Christ as your lamb-chop and saving grace. To quote the old adage, "We always think other people's parents are nicer than our own, but we always think our grandparents are nicer than other peoples." But what really isn't an adage at all, but something I overheard in a movie once.
Lo and Behold! I quote a lesser known about our woes dear Dennigan, sir and friend: "We live our lives based on images of things instead of real things." Oh and look fast because here comes another one, your way: "And who knows why we believe in things or why we believe in people." Which is right on outta sight and that's why I don't believe in myself, but let on that I think you could do anything, become an astronaut.
Simic, man, watch out for the sink hole quality of thinking. Advice for the ages. And Revell, my real moss grows over wild work, so you've written it down all wrong and ack basswards, maybe you should just stick to your translations. And oh, oh, Mrs. R-r-ruffles have R-r-ridges Mary Ruefle, is your refrigerator running because you'll never catch up with it.
My love in bigger than your love and sign off and out.