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...presents... Urban Womb
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by EnTrOpY
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>>> a cDc publication.......1991 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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INVIDIOUS URBAN WOMB
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moons teeth sunken in their scalps
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the straitjacket men walk wet to the knees
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scuffing along past
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tumbleweeds past
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rubble in the unconsciously concrete tunnels
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past disturbed beer cans
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past the graffiti scrawl promises of
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murdering and dead bodies ahead and
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all that stuff
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the roar of vehicles
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from far
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above.
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Our skateboards over our shoulders
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footsteps candleglowing echo
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of flashlights.
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the hatchet-man is somewhere ahead of us
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grinding madly in the dark.
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"Rusted Shut"
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down on the street nothings
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moving, but trash
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still scatters in the dirty wind
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and dirty cars drift cautiously by
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like friendly piranhas.
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Tough guys sweat it out in leather
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jackets and their girlfriends
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ignore them.
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nobody touches anybody.
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A cluster of acidheads in tie-dye and
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blood-shot stand on the overpass
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watching the ripple of traffic
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lights from green to red to gold
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and finally back to
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red.
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These lights go on for miles and miles
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and probably never stop.
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I feel strange.
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I hope it storms.
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If it rains I'll feel like Marlon Brando
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and I'll be alone here
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If the sky were only a bit more gray
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or the wind were stronger
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I might let it carry me-
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But it isn't. and its not. and I don't.
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I imagine sometimes I will grow old this way,
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thinking things. seeing things.
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Perhaps.
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I'll never say anything nice again.
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_ _ ____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362|NIHILISM..............517/546-0585|
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[ x x ] |Paisley Pasture......916/673-8412|Ripco II..............312/528-5020|
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\ / |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194|The Works.............617/861-8976|
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(' ') |Lunatic Labs.........213/655-0691|Condemned Reality.....618/397-7702|
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(U) |====================================================================|
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.ooM |Copr. 1991 cDc communications by EnTrOpY 07/20/91-#173|
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away. FIVE YEARS of cDc|
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