The model volcano by the giant gas tank. The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank. The poorhouse next to the Uniroyal palace. A tower of riches, beside it the abyss.
I was raised to expect continuity. Instead I get this... The monster has red hair / The monster has green eyes. She laughs and bites her quarry's nose as she pulls herself astride.
A glass ravine. The low clouds which wink. The boughs burnt diesel and burning pig. Wide rutted streets. "666 Park Avenue", yells a big red sign. as if some Anglo-Saxon in love with his doom.
I'm not stupid, I'm a man. [Unverified]. I'm not stupid. . I'm born again in hail and flames. (Gold rush Almighty!). Go tell it loud to all my slaves.
On Suicide Bridge, I found myself one spring morning in the frigid sunshine, weary of the humiliations of the Crouch End. There I was. An old lady passed me. She smiled and said, "Good morning, young man." I looked at her and I said, "I'm going to kill myself." She smiled again and said, "Yes, I think that's a very good idea.".
Do you think they could see us in this base circumstance. You with blood on your knees and me with my hand down your pants?. If a lad wears a dress then will George want his sex?.
("You will have a baby, a monster, an evil monster conceived in your womb, as big as I am small, and possessed by the devil himself!"). . Born to refuse.
Born to refuse, and raised to exclude. Fed myths to disprove by post-colonial prudes:. The city was evil, some country was evil, the hippies were evil,.
A necklace of rubber, burning bright. A burning rubber necklace for my angel's delight. A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks. for the rich man's militia photographing my block.
"What do ya got?">. Let me in, let me in, let me in. Oh please, please, please, please!. I might die but I don't care. You could tackle the trainer then run for two days.