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Dozing on pool tables; written--smeared blue fingers on green felt.
"Wanton whiskey."
rainy days do not tell time. they do not move shadows. they emit a static, blue haze, filtered through window panes and venetian blinds. cigarette smoke and echoes of rachmaninoff.
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compensation for the dead--for the living--for the boring conversations and cruelties of conversing with convicts and critics of your clothes. a scam. a distraction. a centerpiece.
This band rules. 90's emo. Super-punk.
Frequencies stacked on top of each other like the Mesa cabinets in front of me; faced-forward, screeching. It's like a roller-coaster, being in the center.
500 independently recorded and designed 7" vinyls. Gotta buy bags. Gotta buy boxes. So broke. So terribly broke. But we love it. So we'll do it.
Out of timetimetime tables and rhymes and ravens. Get out. Get out. Get out. Cleaning faces, no time for scattered dishes. (One two three four.) Missed steps and accountings. This won't be the end but there is no beginning.