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A Missed Chance For A Meaningful Abortion

Eat shit. Well. None of you have to live with me twenty-four hours a day. But if you did you'd understand why I am not okay. I can't stand ten of ten people that I see. It's like this world took a shit for a billion years and shat it all right down o...

Gashing In

Clits and dicks. Clits and dicks ruin every night. Hudson Jeans and birth control. Perfume and the alcohol. Versus. Marshall stacks and sing-along's. Myspace, Dunks, male chauvinists. Estrogen. Testosterone. My hormones ruin every night. And I've no one to bl...

I'll Clap When I'm Impressed

If it ain't broke, then break it. Destroy it. Smash a hammer through your stucco, Dismantle, Sledgehammer it. A la Sacco, A la Vanzetti, A la me gone berserk With my head in the clouds Nursing acid rain bowels, Me stuck in traffic after work. Where...

My Wonder Years Never Got Cancelled

Just like I hate Fenders. Just like I can't stand the snow. Just like my hand-me-down truck that I miss so much, even with no stereo. And just like fucking with a condom on, though I've got no fucking disease. Like getting tested for a brand new g...

Power Chord Blues

Liars. Liars. All you bands should just retire. You sing the songs of hypocrites. Like nuns with guns or chicks with dicks. Two. Four. Six. Eight. Buy our shit and regurgitate. I'm so bored with all of us. Kill yourselves. Please. I'm down here o...

Pyramid of Empties

Last call, last round. Roofie's on the house. Make sure that you've got your hair pulled back Or your dad just might have To pull your freshly drowned and maimed chunks of liver Out from your bangs. And he won't understand Why the check he wrote to pay f...

Saved By the Bouyancy of Citrus

I'm in the red I've got the blues I'm token black, An early greying fool. I need an orange I need a lime I need a last name that don't feel like such a crime. I feel 16 I feel 60 I feel 9 to 5. So sick of rent checks So sick of life vests So sick o...

Stay-at-home Mom

Why didn't you kill yourself today? What cross, what coupon, what cathode ray Put the joie de vivre in your diseased heart? How Anne Hathaway, How Peg Bundy Thou art. Hey Sugar: Prove to me that the air you breathe Wasn't better served by the leaves of...

We Broke The P.A.

Hello. How have you been? It hasn't been too long. But something's gone awry. There's something wrong. Everyone's on edge. The danger is gone. We riot when we should break P.A.'s. Our music is so soothing. Our movement is not moving. We plu...