"The Stumbling Block is an ark of extinction. A bouillon hive of the murdered past, frozen dry to a mass. Something has warmed its corner, the oxoed grit bleeds a vein of contagion, virulent in its passion to embrace and swim in human tides" - Brian Catling, The Stumbling Block

"Cough up a pointless lecture Does it matter? Vomit me more conjecture Doesn't matter Argue till your left brain dies Does it matter? Presume to abuse my time Doesn't matter Let me paint a perfect picture Let it read like a holy scripture The words that leave my mouth Are just words you can live without Found community a struggle for me It's a collision: clash and grieve Nonsense screws and breeds Thoughts untethered went lost at sea" - Touché Amore, Circa 95

"...okay, that's life, that's what I was told anyway And picking your feet till they bleed may be the half of it If every fourth animal in the world is a beetle Maybe every fourth person is a dumb fuck Listen, listen carefully now: here's the answer It rhymes with axe Why it's those personal acts, of course Those personal acts Those suicide pacts Those carelessly stored razorblades in the hands of small children It's my face smeared on the pavement It's Everyday It's Everyday" - Everyday I Start To Ooze, Nomeansno

"BE WHO YOU ARE, WRECK THEM, AND THEN DIE" - Rammellzee

"There are no castles without ghosts And no spirits without hope But nobody passes the test of time I do not fear the buried sounds Of words that echo underground A memory is a loaded gun And I remember everyone I remember everyone I remember you" - Ghosts, Nomeansno

"For every detective novel, regardless of its story, is for every reader, above all, a novel about himself: about what happened to the reader as a human individual in general, as an individual developing from a child into an adult; as a living being who experiences continuous transitions there and back, from layer to layer of consciousness..." - On The Detective Story, Sergei Eisenstein

"Some roads are only seen at night Ghost roads, nothing but neon signs But some nights, the neon gas gets free And turns into walking dead like me

And I've been making promises I know I'll never keep One of these days, I'm gonna leave you in your sleep I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name Baby, I was born on a train" - Born On A Train, Magnetic Fields

patreon.com/sfultra "...'For I aint, you must know,' said Betty, 'much of a hand at reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and most print. And I do love a newspaper. You mightn't think it, but Sloppy is a beautiful reader of a newspaper. He do the Police in different voices." - Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens

"The fire of wild abandon burns so beautiful and bright The ashes fade away after consuming all the light The fire of wild abandon burns so beautiful and hot I used to know the way back home but somehow I forgot Through all the smoke I can’t see you What’s the thing you been turned into? Something fun, or someone new The fire of wild abandon Feel the lie becoming true Whose eyes are you seeing through? Teeth, turn in on yourselves and chew The parasite expanding Through all the heat waves you can’t see The thing you thought I used to be Distorted uncontrollably Beyond misunderstanding And in the wreckage, nothing there Only the cold spell in the air I cried for you like you were dead But it’s just that you’re something else instead And as I felt myself float away, way up there Up above all the houses and the people and the trees And I thought I’d go back, back down there, be like them But I can’t anymore, ‘cause I don’t know which one was me I don’t know which one was me" - Fire Of Wild Abandon, Evil Sword patreon.com/sfultra

“I have said before that the music is the words and the words are the music. It is all there for you to understand if you can and for you to feel, regardless.” - Sun Ra, This Planet is Doomed patreon.com/sfultra 

"I fire myself ten times a day I throw myself in a watery grave With fourteen horses on top of my head I hear the voice again and again" - I Fire Myself, Mary Timony