Dance Till You Are Dead

Heads will roll. My eyes crystallized, I was seeing through a kaleidoscope. The speakers bounced and reverberated. The light bleached my skin and it peeled off. My bones broke and shattered. I wasn't numb, I felt everything. I watched him cry like a baby. I took off my shoes, my toes curled back onto themselves and my nails grew and snapped, the jagged edges jutting at my insteps. It all started when I lost my mother. My teeth shattered and my gums bled, it hurt when I spoke, so I shouted. This mutilation turned me into a masterpiece, an Adonis of the grotesque. Don't fight the power. Let it wash over you like acid and burn away your non-conformity. Let it ram its penis down your throat and choke you till you like it. Fuck you, I hate you all.

Arch M - 21st Union

Animal Collective - Daily Routine (Phaseone remix)

Omelette and Tennis and Chores...

Small men in suits have stolen your time and driven you far from comfort in a haze of old indie, the worst kind of hip-hop and drum and bass. They lead you round farm towns with gab and diesel charm. The sun is closer to the earth than ever but you still can't see it. Of course there's no benefit or winner and only the office god can see why these 'beings of an alternate breed' don't go home at the end of the day, cheap hair wax dripping down their faces and sweat patches bigger than their egos, and hang themselves with the nearest snakeskin belt or pair of braces. Moisture seeps through your skin under your cheap trousers and borrowed tie and you still can't even glimpse the culprit. There's no way. Return to square one. Ultimate year long procrastination.

Animal Collective - Chores
Beastie Boys - Shadrach
Abecedarians - Benway's Carnival