choreography for current moving through bodies
who am i kidding? i feel like something gets more and more wrong with each passing day in sleepy suburbia. i can barely take not having superpowers anymore. nothing to do but circuit-bend every toy into a noise device. Elvis the stupid alarm clock, given to me by aunt barbara? bend it. harsh noise alarm clock. gameboy? no more games-bend it. tilt sensors. battery clips in the mail. stay up late and make new circuits. stay up late.
okay fuck that noise! tomorrow i play a show and it will peel the paint off your steel! friday i'm going to play in brooklyn and if ANYTHING reminds me of bad memories i'm going to peel the paint off of your face! fuck you!
okay fuck that noise! tomorrow i play a show and it will peel the paint off your steel! friday i'm going to play in brooklyn and if ANYTHING reminds me of bad memories i'm going to peel the paint off of your face! fuck you!