"bunch of crazy white people... "

January 22 - February 4, 1994



Half-formed (he should be saying "I'll proceed from shame") and already disintegrating (he isn't going to proceed from anything), swinging from casual epiphanies to nonsensically grandiose make-it-rhymes, attempting to wrangle an anthem out of his contradictory emotions but shrugging off of the fine tuning; he knows there's enough drama on tape to beat the competition.

I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua seafoam shame
Sunburn with freezerburn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy