From: Dana Shilling dshilling@worldnet.att.net
"Lighten up while you still can, Don't even try to understand, Just find a place to make your stand, And take it easy."
"Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper, Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze. They say 'Forget yourself, adorn with this disguise' This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores. Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity, They'll have you gathered in a trap of glass. Is your reflection all that you will recognise? That cruel lie will stare you in the face. Wrapped up in haze and flow of bridal gown, They tell your lover he must hold a gun. You're the pornographic reassurance he's a man, They deal with flesh , incarcerate with rags, Red lips, shimmer-silk and body bags, Hairless legs against the blistered napalm burn. I want to rape the substance of your downy hair, In that mist a gutted child fights for air ... Your bondages of silky robes and lace Are the bandages on a bullet-punctured corpse, The layers of precious imitation worn Are the layers of history to suffocate the unborn."
(CRASS, Poison in a Pretty Pill)
Neil