No drugs no alcohol clear surfaces. Don't subdue the beast within me. Wanna make you my slut this morning, Mister. Clean my hair, trim my nails. Not gonna join in with your group 'cos you have real reasons for your anger and angst. I once fought for B because A was oppressing C. Then I learned that B was undermining C while C was playing D and E against each other. No-one is a victim. But what to do with all this rage in a small box in my mind? The solution: fire in all directions. Anybody deserves it. Maybe me too but later. ? I start fights that I don't finish, get kicked in the teeth, run-over by mopeds but I know I win because I smile when they're leaning over me. I make them sick. If i don't repulse them this both worries and excites me for... oh whatever... ?Too many video games that are realistic. Too much chocolate, too much cheap, immoral tv, school skirts too short, school socks too high. Cold eyes, a serious lack of ugly ducklings. Even the goths look good. We're over-sensitised, saturated with aspartame. We're numb. Nothing is ribbed. Even the war looks clean and sterile. We're robbed of sweat and caking blood in the corners of our nails. Nothing's ribbed. Adrenaline's the best substance yet we're wasting our time trying to score in King's Cross. Everything from slick adverts and the news channels to the druggy underworld conspires to make us numb, to control our feelings. 'Not too spicy', 'not too depressed please','don't wanna be highly strung, pass the weed'. ?Enough of making me numb. Let's do it ribbed. I guarantee this is a never-ending ride. You fucking weakling. Dependent on everything that's available. Caffeine Cunt, Cocaine Cocksucker, Beer Bitch, TV Twat, Nicotine Nerd, Panadol Pussy, Heroine Whore, Rohypnol Rent Boy, GHB Git, Ecstasy Egit. ?Listen to the melody of mortars, the silence of shelling, the rhythm of ricochet, the funky beats of phospherous bombs. I know these sounds but when I came to you with open arms and a big heart you dulled my senses. You supressed my beautiful colours. You did not let me climb the trees in the playground. So I'm gonna make for your daughters, and sons even, ribbed items in the form of songs and music. ?? NEVER yours, ?? A Soho Doll.
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Petrol, booze, Suicide, Marlene Dietrich, Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn Manson, Depeche Mode, Kraftwerk, Black Sabbath, Nirvana, The Damned, The Fuzztones, Lords of the New Church, Hanoi Rocks, Blondie, Johnny Cash, Fats Waller, The Stooges, Grand Master Flash
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