Civilization has turned you into desperate animals in pain. The following is a sampling of oyur soundtrack.
excerpts from Henry Rollins' Eye Scream copyright 1996 by Henry Rollins. 2.13.62 publications, Los Angeles, CA.
MEKANIK
Satisfaction is nonexistent in my world.
That's right. We do pizzas and brain surgery. Hold still! Her eyes. I can't stop thinking about her eyes. Her face, her arms, her breasts pressing against my chest. I can't get her out of my head.
Now I see why tigers eat their young. You know, I was about to tell you that I loved you but I stopped right before it came out of my mouth and I'm so gald I did. Love. How hollow that word is. What a low gas mileage vehicle love is. What I feel for you is beyond words. Words fall short. Words get taken into a room and get fucked in the ass by one thousand lonely convicts before they get anywhere near what I feel for you. Words get their brains bashed out of their heads and get left in the woods to be eaten by bears so the cops will never find their bodies. I quess I'm really into you. I wish I could sing like that guy in Boston. They rock like fuck.
I'm here to get all I can for me and you and your stupid little fucked up emotions are nothing by junk food to me. That's all you are to me - human junk food.
All your life you'll be surrounded by people telling you that they're your friend and that you can trust them. You can't. You can trust me, though. I'l always tell you the real thing because I hate you all so much.
You'll have to ask yourself, "Who am I living for?" Next time you have some time to yourself, sit down and chew on that one for a while.
I think you're the raddest junkie-musician-poet-visionary I've ever shared a needle with.
I want them all, all of the time. Have you ever met anyone like me? I have this theory that there are a lot of people just like me. Walking sex time bombs.
I don't mean you any harm. I just want to fuck you. It's not like I want to hurt you.
You see me looking? I see you looking, too! It's ok to look. You can't help it. It's ok to taste, you can't help it. Don't hurt anyone, that's not ok. More, more, more. I know why people do porno movies. I know why people watch them. I know why people need it all the time. It's not dirty. It's mekanikal. Don't be afraid.
Why can't you just shut up and fuck?
I don't like it when people like me. I'm shallow. That's it. Too scared of commitment and responsibility. Too scared to give up the ego trip I'm on. Is that it? Is that my probleom?
I was shut out for so long, it's hard to see.
Just wanting to be able to talk to someone. That want will make you do some nasty things to yourself.
I remember the last time you kissed me. It was like getting kissed by something that was dead. I remember your touch. It was cold.
People bring me so much pain that I can't even bear to talk to them.
Surgically implanted artificial tear ducts. I tell you what hurts. The part that screams non-stop yet escapes words. They rip me apart and destroy me from the inside. It's this thing that keeps me away from people. It's the thing that keeps me distant from women. No one will ever know me. I will never understand anyone. It's what makes me do all this crazy shit. It makes me think that I am an enemy of myself. I have to keep moving. That's all there is for me. I cannot find anything in anyone's eyes. It breaks my heart, but I can't stop. I can't stop my eyes from seeing. That's what makes me live on the road. I know that if I stopped, I would fall apart. I feel untranslatable. I have no control of words. I have to carry all these feelings inside like I'm carrying an alien in my guts. I'm a stranger to myself. I can't get in or out. The other night I was talking to this girl and right in the middle of a sentence I stopped talking. I knew there was no point in going on. She looked at me and asked if I was going to finish what I was saying. I told her no. Made the rest of the night strange. I got out of her car at a red light and walked home. I haven't spoken to her since. She must think I'm some kind of flake. I'm not. I just can't deal with it sometimes. All I can do is try to get the poison out of me. I try to do it. Sometimes I get a jump on it, but before I know it, I'm full up to the top and raging. It comes out too fast. All I can do is break shit and people think I'm just a garden-variety asshole. What a fool I was wasting my time talking to a girl as if she could understand me. What a joke. No one will ever know me.
Fact is that you need us more than we'll ever need you. May you eat yourself alive tonite. Leech off of your own flesh. Drink your own blood. Dream deep, baby.
I will carry you in my heart until I finally destroy myself.
Suck my might staff of life, you parasites!
Yesterday things were different. I would have never taken out my gun to kill strangers on the street, but now I'm out of control and I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know if I'm thinking or if I'm hearing another person's voice and believing it. Maybe someone's in this room and they're telling me to kill people. I don't even have a gun, I just wanted to see what you would think if I told you that I was going to waste all these people. I could do it if I wanted to. You know I could.
He just stood there with his dumb-as-shit eyes and then said that he had to go to band practice.
Olympic bedwetting team. I feel sorry for you girls. I can see why so many of you are into girls. I listen to guys and the bullshit that comes out of their mouths and it's pretty pathetic I must admit. I imagine it must really insult your intelligence. Sounds like they're still in grade school doesn't it? It's as if they never grew up. I can see you with your eyes glued to the ceiling as they pound away mindlessly.
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la dee la dee da... just figured i'd write something in this space they have alotted me... is that how you spell "alotted"? "allotted"? "alloted"?
on love -"its like sex... its like tying someone down spread eagle and bringing them to the brink of ultimate release, then turning off the lights and leaving the room for a few hours" SILVERADO_LAS VEGAS_RIOT GRRLS_SEAMONKEY_TUBA_PHILOSOPHE_i SMITE THEE :P
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