Extending twisted fingers emerge from sneering faces. They wrap themselves around my tongue, every moment tightening around my mind. Emotional assimilation: the unity of internalized intolerance and inadequacy scalded onto the psyche of my adolescent self. "Do you wish you were white?" Don't I wish instead I was invisible and inanimate? Characterize my previous mind as a ball of light forming for the swarm of flies that will feed on my performance of my life. Characterize my current mind as passing fears of firearms and watching the outside through the blinds. Animosity: my actions and my open appetite superceding a habitual silent seething of venom while shrouded in the darkness of the dead of night. I am now bound to burning spiteful feelings and spitting acid masked as healing. I maintain my restraints. Here, there is a different pain. I feel small. I've shouted down my self-hate only to exhume to entertain. I feel small. "It's a shame you feel that way, because what you say educates." And I have only myself to blame. Here, my self-worth is shaped by what can be observed. The first time I learned this I consider my true date of birth.
Chat pile c’est une cuillère à soupe de Sonic Youth, une pincée de Ministry, une cuillère à café de Joy Division et le résultat est très très bon !!
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This entire album rips. I've had this on repeated play several times since it came out. I wish I had heard it a week earlier when they played in Boston. One of my fav albums in this genre period. slimes