Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

You Didn’t Know That Rock And Roll Burned

Poof your heart’s hair up, Enthusiasts, and slip your skinny thighs into your girlfriend’s leather pants. Let your cigarette burn down just right, that length of junkie-ash dingle-dangling off the end like a high-diver that changed his mind too late. Make sure your socks don’t match. Ronnie Biggs is waiting in the Jag: let’s go on the glam.


  1. I want the rando’s (is that a rando?) T-shirt.

  2. Now there’s yer poetry right there.

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