We explore the men's room.

We don't give a shit.

Ladies' lost electricity;

Take vows inside of it.



Desire to dance;

Too startled to try.

Wrap my legs 'round you

Starting to fly.



Let's explore

Up thereup thereup there

On the twenty-fifth floor.



Circle all around me

Coming for the killkillkill

Oh kill me baby

Like a kamikaze

Heading for a spill.

Oh but it's all spilt milk to me.



Desire to dance;

Too startled to try.

Wrap my legs 'round you

Starting to fly.



Let's soar

Up thereup thereup there

On the twenty-fifth floor.



We do not eat

Flower of creation.

We do not eat

Eat anything at all.

Love islove waslove is a manifestation.

I'm waiting for a contact to call.

Love's war. love's cruel.

Love's prettylove's pretty cruel tonight.

I'm waiting here to refuel.

I'm gonna make contact tonight.

Love in my heart.

The night to exploit.

Twenty-five stories over detroit

And there's more

Up thereup thereup there.



Stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be. within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man cal

Der. pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste.

The transformation of waste

The transformation of waste

The transformation of waste

The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloyhe must be reconnected¡ºvia shitat all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task

E alchemist to create from the clay of man. and to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold.



All must not be art. some art we must disintegrate.

Positive (anarchy must exist.)



In background:

(I feel it swirling around me

I feel it feeling no pain

I'm waiting above for you baby

I know that I'll see you up there

I'm floating in a door backward

On boundaries over this world

I'm waiting above in the skydear

Upon a [	  ] ...)





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High on rebellion

What I feel when I'm playing guitar is completely cold and crazylike I don't owe nobody nothing and it's just a test just to see how far I can relax into the cold wave of a note. when everythi

Ts just right (just and right) the note of nobility can go on forever. I never tire of the solitary e and I trust my guitar and I don't care about anything. sometimes I feel like I've broken thr

And I'm free and I could dig into eternity into eternity riding the wave and realm of the e. sometimes it's useless. here I am struggling and filled with dread¡ºafraid that I'll never squeeze en

Graphite from my damaged cranium to inspire or asphyxiate any eyes grazing like hungry cows across the stage or page. inside of me I'm crazy I'm just crazy. inside I must continue. I see hermy

F musejutting around round round round like a broken speeding statue. the colonial year is dead and the greeks too are finished. the face of alexander remains not only solely due to sculpture

Hrough the power and foresig

Ht and magnetism of alexander himself. the artist must maintain his swagger. he must he must he must be intoxicated by ritual as well as result. look at me I am laughing. I am laughing. I am lap

Cocaine from the hard brown palm of the bouncer. and I trust my guitar. therefore we black out together. therefore I would run through scum. and scum is just aheadah we see itbut we just lau

E're ascending through the hollow mountain. we are peeking. we are laughing. we are kneeling. we are laughing. we are radiating at last. this rebellion is just a gas our gas a gas that we pass.