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Mention, find me a new head to fuck with. I want to scare someone, I want
someone to taste the blood in their mouth from thinking, I want confusion, I
want turmoil, anarchy, paranoia, blood, breath, bad, I want someone to sit.
Give me someone to fuck with. Chip little holes in their skull and poke
small plastic toys inside, smoke Paul's metal toys inside, poke electricity
in there, swish the shit around, cover it with toilet paper when it doesn't
flush. You can't cut a brain if you're slow enough, it just absorbs knives,
sharp objects, fingers, penises, push slowly, gently, fuck, change, scare.
There's no change anywhere, apathy is being bred, there's no originality, no
laughter, no thing. They were beat; we're beaten, raped, tied up, starved,
killed, undiscovered. There's nothing out there, kids. Life is neutral, life
is water, life is dry. Cry. What's the fucking point? What is there to do?
What is there to offer, proffer? What do you want? What don't you want? Most
most importantly, what could you want? We are the whelps, we are the
whipped, we are just there. Just there.
Mention, find me a new head to fuck with. I want change, I want change to
exist. No-one is reading anything good. What's happening man? Nothing, man.
Nothing happens, nothing changes, nothing exists; we are barren, we are the
wasteland. Where are the children who were supposed to be their future?
Children aren't our future either, they're our scapegoat. There's nothing.
There will be nothing. Nothing's happening, nothing will happen. And who
remembers, really remembers, what happened? What could you want? Crush the
dust, the cobwebs, wipe the dingy glass and drink the water afterwards, and
still there's nothing there, just a clean nothing. Clean. Neutral. Harmless.
Ineffectual. No something. No something. And no-one to blame either.
Find me a new head. No change, no matter. Just a head, a to be fucked head.
The future of nothing depends on it, the future of nothing is in your hands.
I can't make a change, I can't make a difference, but I am willing to fuck
with someone's head, I am willing to scare someone. I am willing to make
someone taste blood, I am willing to confuse. I will blow smoke, I will poke
holes, I will do what I can, aware that what I do is nothing, aware that
nothing can be done about the dead around us, amongst us, the dead that we
are. We are nothing kids. We are dead kids. Find a hollow, pad it with
leaves, catch a head to fuck, drag it in with you; settle down to our
nothingness. The future of nothing is in your hands; nothing will happen.
Nothing is happening. This is no manifesto.
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