strict policy of
let's be bad.
it was just out of boredom,
i guess we would go breaking glass
but it was not
that.
it was a missing feeling
in our rotting teeth.
cheap shampoo
landscapes the emptiness of
terracota motels
where no man belongs.
we no longer had rules
to celebrate the anguish
we sought for.
bang bang bang
hear my upstairs neighbours again,
i might be going insane
bang bang bang.
oh yeah,
insane.
what a sweet little
free word.