“And the clubs up on Swan Street/Pulse to the backbeat
of violence and sadness and godawful sweat heat
tarnish reputations and we smash up train stations
so angry we forgot what we are angry about
(this city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out)”
-Wil Wagner, How they made us
Also pictured, spiky evil triforce necklace, masterball (containing lugia I think?) attached to my belt and a fuckload of jewellery. Plus my rad “Damien Hearse” knock off concept artist shirt that I bought in shop-as-art-installation.
Queer punx run this town, can’t wait for SSB!