1.29.2008

Rust cowboy

Show me the fucking magic, man. slight handed faggots fanning malfeasance for the sense of fitting in the rank. the filed the fuck away to postmodern melee. outcast and incestuous. prim and preening for the pleasure of alienating ends.

After the riot.

After the rise.

After the wall came down on paris embers and culture cowed to the second, third and future sex fiends if only in the dying cathode age.

Advertising lisp memes. syndicate and shit storms swallowed up by the midwest from all fucking east pointing sick and inchoate to the sunny, shoring aesthetes wondering just how quiet they have to be to finally welcome a noble death in the eyes of a loveless country.

Like the old washed radicals said.

But we're still onto other things.

Still scared to death of the imminent threat of sandy, windburned offerings. black blood. burkas. bitter almond and the wide array of bombs to mark the next great war at home.

Until then, fuck 'em.

And the once fiery revolution that left the love in liars fucking ash.
Rednecks And Ragheads.mp3

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