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  • SLOW CULT - the loin

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    my hotplate heats this hotel icebox, still i refused because i hate the wear fucking white socks, just a few more blocks to market street, 35 cents for a single cigarette, the get my fix and to catch my licks, this tender part of town will turn your smile upside down, these streets smell like piss, crackhead and dope fiends galore, fuck i might even be in love with a whore, this is where the dead souls come to die, this poverty has become a part of me, the hondos on hyde street, the hills of pills and stacks of dirty pills, a self perpetuating machine of city with a million failed and forgotten dreams, this slow cult of death we are binded by with apathy and complacency, we all have the same fate in the end, the silver lining of our glass coffins will be in our own reflections, so have your kicks like jimmy said, have your kicks before this whole shithouse goes up in flames, because in the end all our fates remain the same, it aint no surprise, banished because we are all just lovesick and famished.


    music by Arrash Kakvand

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