last days of radio (noise not music)
these ten songs. these ten songs are all perfect tumours and broken-teeth smiles and drunkdrunk women in shortshort skirts. they’re like getting ripped and taking off all your clothes and running running running; listening, it’s cracking an egg and finding a chicken fetus. it’s blood and vomit and spunk and piss and shit. it’s the sky falling. it’s a house on fire with the family inside. it’s the best worst orgasm of your goddam life. it’s the sun the moon the earth. it’s everything horrible and glorious about being human and alive and sick and dying. it’s the whole clever dumb smart stupid beatifully ugly fucking endorphine fueled dog and pony show.
