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May i have your attention, please. This is a public service announcement. Be prepared for an invasion of Albuquerque, New Mexico. bat wings for lab rats will be debuting their brand new punk-hop-a-delic sounds for one and all at The Agency on Friday, February 13th. The Agency is an all ages venue/art gallery located on 111 4th St. SW. bat wings for lab rats features members of notable Albuquerque bands QTA, The Isness, and Holiday Sail. Their music is an intoxicating… Continue

I wasn’t there, but the sixties seem to be to have been the last failing gasps for fresh air in American culture. It wasn’t just the acid (although it probably didn’t hurt), the whole country was polarized, electrified, ready to pop, boil over. Change was happening for better or worse, apocalypse or Aquarian paradise. The atmosphere was ecstatic, hope and fear mingled and erupted like vinegar and baking soda as mankind learned the chemistry of a new social disorder. The American tapestry seems t… Continue

here is now. welcome to it. breathing in eternity, exhaling right now. reverse that. now let it marinate. aw yeah, dig it. the future is something to worry about and the past is something to cling to, yet here we are whether we furrow our brows, close our eyes, or kiss the sunshine.

i don't wanna work

i don't wanna play

wanna bang, wanna fly

wanna strangle the lies

so please let me slip away

and decay my own way

it's just a dream.

sometimes it's a nightmare, but "we are eternal, all this… Continue

i need to make it, but i dont know what it is
this magic bullet i caught with my teeth is
brittle and neglected
forsaken for fructose
too fucking close for comfort now, volatile
vomitous reflection
remembering the stomach woes
in the wake of indiscretions
un-discrete secretions kept secret
depleting my realness again
making the need to make it so obvious
but what is it?
hiding the how, screaming why
making me sick
this ache's a translation
my moral unwinding, my mental enslavement
my metal brain… Continue

everything's faster
time's too fast
my mine shaft's shallow
my hands sewn down
dousing the obsession in gasoline.

plastic fear of disposable love
drastic gears built in increments
we all forgot to notice
until time got so fast it swallowed itself whole.

but today this cold beer
this fear wrapped in saran
sweating blood like a fresh tattoo
gets pushed deeper, deeper
again and again and again
and again, today is almost tomorrow
so let's take the grand finale for granted.

the great work lost lus… Continue