[For your Sunday afternoon reading and/or viewing pleasure, we
present vol.3 of THE SUNDAY EDITION at Music for closetLames.
A bit of this, a bit that, maybe art, whatev's. May include contributions from friends, associates, accomplices, not to exclude detractors, and maybe even us
sometimes. So, kick back and dig in...]
(Page 1): More prose from the twisted mind and pen of John Middle.
A precedent
a funeral pyre.
A lawyers recurring dream...
A digital glitsch...
Over driven in solid state...
A march of skinny pennies...
A sonnet sung
in machine code...
Sodomy
and
Victories made of
ego
and boredom.
We are RIGHT
They are WRONG
Sad WORDS
(STOLEN from poems and forced into hard labor by Matthew Bender TM)
A rainbow
scorched black and
hideously
crooked.
Technicalities and leverage.
Your child is starving.
Mine is anorexic.
A future unlimited
Cast into irons.
blinkered.
Simplified.
Lobotomized.
and writhing.
Justice cost
an arm
and a leg.
Clapping
now
not an option....
hopping mad.
That sound?
(It's SUCTION>)
HEX cast.
TORT
law.
TOXIC
MOLD
"I OBJECT"
perfect
DIS-FUNKtion.
Injunction.
S and M
SO HIP
it hurts
Love distracts
RESTRAINT
Brown shirt.
A submarine
became
A SUNKEN BOAT.
Harmonic
distortion.
An eye
of GOAT.(Page 1): More prose from the twisted mind and pen of John Middle.
(Page 2): Ramones Live New Years Eve 1977. (Ramones - Its Alive!) My favorite Ramones concert.
(Page 3): Her Majesty thee Spleen...We play for the orbs. Often times at jams we are accompanied by orbs who come out to dance to the hypnotic sounds of the Spleen. This is a fine example of the spectacle. Any thoughts?
