I want a book that'll make me drunk. Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks. No amount of hate, no load of junk. No bag of words, no costume trunk. .
We were a blow out of wicked proportions. An accidental company. If we said, "We were going to go out and get all tore up tonight". Then we did, we got a little happening.
In the ulcerating silence perspective comes. The way it always does for it's ransom. So randomly somebody calls. The phone rings and it brings Niagara Falls.