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Sasquatch
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Blood-caked arms, the moon knows a secret, a backwoods beast whose one release is to kill you all. Sun-bleached ghost will wander the wilderness forever. He started wrestling alligators after he kicked every ass in town. He beat a horse to death with his cinder-block fists. He’s the world champion masturbator and he has his right hand technique down, the bad breath of life from the jaws of death. A massive silhouette in the corner of the frame, nearly but not quite human and cannot be tamed. Tree root muscle tissue, nobody’s going to miss you. Wander the wilderness forever.
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Wait until I get my hands on you, that perfect moment when metal and soft tissue connect, I’m as serious as a broken neck. Shake my hand and explode on contact, make a man-sized hole in the wall when I knock you into orbit. Happy landings, you piece of shit, I hope you break every bone in your body. The horror show unfolds like the burlap apron I use to protect my leather skin. I worship at the altar of a thousand gouged-out eyes from five hundred total assholes. A tiny compartment for every organ in my mahogany hope chest. Human howitzer, organic atomic bomb. Human howitzer, bubonic, organic, plutonic, bionic weapon.
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I transmit dark frequencies from my aluminum skull. I wear a barbed-wire halo to keep the bad thoughts inside. Hook me on systems, enslave me to my impulses. Yes men keep me in stitches; hatchet men kill off the cast, a twisted pantomime of sexual frustration. Classless heathen, the cuts erupt across my hands. Altered statesman, spread-eagled superhero soaked in sperm and ridicule. I sulk in silence, create companions, breath the fumes from the afterlife. It’s all gone too fast, why can’t your back break slowly? Why can’t this feeling last? I’ve got a head full of bad wiring. I’ve grown so two-dimensional in a 3D denial cube. I punch the lights out ‘because I’m so much less than human. Freddy Prinze with a mouthful of metal in a pornographic love affair. Gagged and bound by stereo sound, the patron saint of mind restraint blesses me with his cocaine crosses. I wander through your inebriation, a fear-induced hallucination. Hate-automated roving robot, failure to deal with all my failure, brain death.
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Dissolve Poughkeepsie, New York
Metal/hardcore band from Poughkeepsie, NY, formed in 1991.
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