lonely street

annik and ian

sorry debbie, you lose.

glad girls

can i get a witness?

curse the corpses, call in the futurists,
this is the ballad of the young offenders.
leave no manifestos, save graffiti in the train yard.
these legs were made to run.

when the dares pick a victim,
the railhead blues will play.
the drunken brutes on main street
will soon be laid away.

suppression is a state.
we will not be diplomatic.
suppression is a state.

young hearts, be free tonight.
time is on your side.

modus operandi

miss golightly

"i'm like a cat here, a no-name slob. we belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. we don't even belong to each other."

"you know what's wrong with you, miss whoever-you-are? you're chicken, you've got no guts. you're afraid to stick out your chin and say, 'okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness.' you call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. well baby, you're already in that cage. you built it yourself...it's wherever you go. because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself." 

moving in elliptical patterns

pump up the volume

it aint me babe