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Armagideon Time/The Magnificent Seven I just want to stay in the garage all night-The Clash N e l s o n     G a r y with a fearless fuck-all ferocity the jagged rough ragged bottom line end of the river garage rock of The Clash assaulted the ears with a Stealth bomber velocity that bounced the slam-dancing body up and down until its heart was the big basketball sun/ bent the ass of fat cat authority over backwards/ over its doorknob-shaped, sweaty knee wetter than a bleeding heart's rag/tight/locked against its winged hip/ smacked its ass with a scraped-up stainless star-studded and bullet-headed embossed black belt of Spanish leather/ and sent forward disenfranchised disillusioned captive minds/ turning their jailhouse nerves as motionless as bars into EEG readings so active/alive enough to make liberation possible on the steaming heels of a revolutionary message/ made rude boy balls bigger than wrecking balls/ gray matter the threatening miracle of a contained nuclear mushroom cloud/inevitable/ ready/ and more than capable to rain its glow-in-the-dark piss and vinegar until it flooded out the blood and guts lusting rats the size of cats/ the effect of which/hotwired or jump-started by the electric mercurial swagger of The Clash/ spiked a generation's hair in meager squats/into skyscrapers as simultaneously ephemeral and lasting as brain waves/ each a monument of hope for better days/ which rose and fell with the excitement of an erection/embracing what society had made them morons/with no way out/but to become punks/a power/ a state and way of being/a bond/ a...»»

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	February 2003