This is yours truly, yours ghouly, Jak Tripper. Faded once again

Yes, the Devil's right hand. Night splashing, butcher smock. I'm Charles Brown. And toast under the butcher shop. Hooded god. Avenge, avenge me. With Satanic chi. I jot in. Rape the music biz. Asphyxiate the hookah chicks. My movement sun about ??. Rituals involving tentacles and human limbs. Scuba divers in New York lakes. The greys open the gas vents. ?? ??. Shaman has spoken, my body's a temple. Mr. Morrison's ghost ??. I'll OD and get back up

"I need help. ?? ??. Somebody help, somebody"