you look at me
trying to critique
to make it seem ok
maybe we look bad
maybe we sound bad
maybe what we say is out of line
with your ideology
do you have an ideology?
do you have an ethos?
do you think about it?

we're all in the same room

"I'm tired of this city"
Why did you say that?
When you're bored your pretty
I really meant that

Forever feeling
That the rebels dropped the ball
I'm failing it, it's on

Melissa's taking pity
I'm learning to get mad.
We dig our holes together
And it's

There are no ideas left, so I just pluck old ones from the air. Weave them from bathdrain hair.
I read what you write, and now it belongs to me.
So I'm changing it. What do you think about that?
I like my punk pastiche. My visuals collage.
Detournment is our "new" language. <

the new leisure reeks of conspiracy.
the personality has been taken from my work.
i've become the king on my street
because the concept does not work.
more leisure for more work.
an inalienability of ideas.
i built a pipebomb in my spare time and it fits right in yo

if i die in a car crash call it sculpture, the brash result of a failed suicide.
im the makeout king of valhalla and the brooding son of a gun.
cant fault the drummer if hes got none. you never gave him some.
come on, come on, bring it back around. come on, come on, i dare you to

Sometimes the face lights the page, and sometimes the page lights the face.
We are experimenting with desires and winning.
We are living the talk and kissing the faces of everyone involved. We kiss the thoughts and fuck whomever we damn well please.
Marvin Gaye, Jean Genet, Jean-P

After God, art is next to die.
Piss on the grave against any survival of art, against the reign of seperation.
Comrades, who will ge tthe cops who did this?
"I cum over the paving stone."
And I'll do it again.
Fuck anarchy.
There's too many rules.
Rules are for

I think I'm gonna leave Brooklyn for awhile.
I think I'm going to Oakland for a while.
I'm gonna wear shorts and I'm not gonna
Cry when I listen to 'wild horses'
Because
I dig holes all day
You and me, we're not the same
We speak in sounds
The secret sounds that

He won't let me scream on him
I'd say "Off the pigs!" but I'm scared of it
But give me a book
And I'll read the shit out of it
Give me a book
And I'll feel tough and cut some skin.

He keeps saying "Maralist skill"
I'm just trying to pay the bills
But give me a

We are revolutionary just by living, and we are alive.
And there is more of us than you think. We are outlaws.
The city is our new frontier. Let's watch it burn, babies. Let's watch it burn.
There is no limit to our lawlessness, and our clothes are a mess.
We are all that the

We aren't a band, we are a cabal of terrorists.
So give it up, give us the gold or your lives.
"Professors, you make us old" and you'll be the first to go: teachers, poets, militants, family.
You're all cops.
Don't say society, say racket, 'cause that's what it is, and your a

We only have sex when you want to,
too busy to take our time.
Choreographed telegraphed scan the room
before we make crime.
There's no erotic without miserable lows,
the worse the better.
The more guilt, the sweatier.
Can't stand the pain, can't have the pleasure.

I dream of an intellectual destroyer of evidence.
She makes love like a miracle.
She finds the weak points, the lines of force.
She'll divorce herself from the present.
She'll kiss like a despot and drive like a hero.
I dream of an intellectual destroy of univeralities.