Woah!

Worcester MA / Anarchist / Straight Edge

An abyss of lawless and unregulated impulses, desires, wishes, passions, a chaos without light or guiding star!

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I put on my muddiest of shoes, i’m gonna swing dance in your living room. waltz into yr kitchen, eat all of your supposed refuse, howl at the moon, never do what you want me to. you may call me rude—but i won’t let you politely dig my grave, or tell me where to name my final resting place. where’s the demarcation line from my fist to a giant’s might. hold fast, do not fear the sea. hold out, you’re stronger than the riot police. don’t be startled, darlin’—it’s just me. so we go shirtless in the rain, make a home nearly any place, camp out on fire escapes stare deep into our lover’s face say “i won’t swear to god, but i’ll swear to some holy mistake). i find god in the smallest of things—we left the car idling (goes on and on, on and on) cuz it’s just time and gravity, grinding us we’re soft machines, we’re warm machines, we’re worn machines.