8.11.2011

I am their damaged megaphone


work continues, big, small and all things in between...[continued]



I am their damaged megaphone

dead artist speak to me

and thru me

you'd do very smartly to listen

they speak to me

with voices filled with mud and clay

and decay

people feel violated by the stench of their breath

they are not desert prophets

or nessissary sat next to god or the devil

but I am sat smack in the midst of them

their rotting teeth grinding and whispering

black thoughts in my ear

and

I am their damaged megaphone

barking across the nite

calling for

art with out art

for

love with out love

for

hate without hate

for lite without lite

and

you'd do very smartly

to shut up and listen


-billy childish


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