Vandalism was my generation. A few years shy of rape. We got tattooed and went to war – enacting the death ritual of ages. It’ll always be something. Gotta get at it. Ghetto attitudes with tidy paintwork. Tribal feud.
Everything is a façade until you grab it by the balls and make it real. Things were always falling on our heads – it’s a rockslide of projection as the slightly advanced delinquents scramble to slather their sins upon the next.
Fuck you above. That’s our claim to fame. No shouldering blame down here – we’re your children, assholes. Let it rot. Fucking mayhem. Who cares anymore?
Whatever happened to extremes? You eat dirt. I’ll eat pussy. Take a steaming Swiss cheese shit on my quivering tongue. Crunch, crunch. Fuck your mother. I hope you die. Not before you choke to death on my cock. You inbred cunt.