Saturday, September 20, 2003

NP:Vincent Gallo-Honey Bunny

let's hope the next gasp isn't a false alarm. a day in the length of a tragedy. concrete remains stained with ash off your 6th finger. wise enough to adapt, gullible enough to assimilate.

NP:Burnt By The Sun-Forlani

Friday, September 19, 2003

butterflies explode halfway through the guts. an oil slick coats the tounge as it pours from the back of the eyes. when we tatter through winds like shards of glass on strips of paste, than we can criminalise the language we've all agreed on. that of an unspoken bomb threat.