nothing to say really
but no one trusts a quiet man
no one trusts a television that
isn’t turned on
need fucking NOISE need the
rush of caffeine and sugar, the
lies of politicians and the empty
platitudes of priests as they
rape your sons
need the color red and the
steady buzz of neon tubes
need a gun in each hand
so much killing to be done in
the space of
just one lifetime
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