Piscean Punk Poetiks From The Lake Of Fire

Question: In bed between Ballard and Burroughs. Burroughs is smoking; Ballard has teeth for eyes. The floor is awash with moonshine. You defenestrate a typewriter after tearing out its ribbon to use as bondage tape. Ink is everywhere; what do you write on the wall? Answer: There’s a yellow moon leering drenched ham fisted love of the fairy is cheaper than shoe-shine boys river couldn't save my western ass baby teeth thank god … Swallow of broken tree, with the familiar sound of television a thick green your mush, kiss static. The audience shimmers in shadows your running blood swept plain that's against the wall... Subterranean, randy, rancid and bored with inattention I cant scratch my drunk eyes cause it ain't worth the waste of bone skin hair and i'm in love already. Who the fuck fuck fuck are you gimme shelter? Kiss me (spaceship hum) garden of blues, this spread, these cheeses, this love this love, kiss me you're beautiful and bash me to sleep never mind the w

[Melvin] Life on a mattress in a room- in a room full of emptiness [Fat Mike] Knowledge has much better uses than self-pity and superiority [Melvin] Maybe you are or could be the next Hoffman, Mahatma, or Chomsky, But no one will ever know. [Fat Mike] Are you saying that music can't have a positive influence on society? [Melvin] Not with shitty melodies it won't The sum of your parts are not gonna change any hearts, not with hate in your eyes. [Fat Mike] In order to lead by example you have to show a path to a better world, not a cell ~ NOFX

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"When you're ripe you'll bleed out of control you'll bleed out of control you like attention it's proof to you you're alive stop parading your angles confused? you'll know when you're ripe when you're ripe you'll bleed out of control you'll bleed out of control you're pregnant with all this space thick with honey but I lost my taste you're into depression cause it matches your eyes stop this faux to be famous confused? you'll know when you're ripe..." ~ Chino Moreno (Deftones)