After God, art is next to die. Piss on the grave against any survival of art, against the reign of seperation. Comrades, who will ge tthe cops who did this? "I cum over the paving stone." And I'll do it again. Fuck anarchy. There's too many rules. Rules are for cops, and cops are all dead. The detournment of punk is nothing new. We're too lazy to write the music.
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