_ | \ | \ | | \ __ | |\ \ __ _____________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ _____________ | ___________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ ___________ | | | _/_/_____ | | > > _/_/_____ | | | | /________/ | | / / /________/ | | | | | | / / | | | | | |/ / | | | | | | / | | | | | / | | | | |_/ | | | | | | | | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | | | |________________________________________________________________| | |____________________________________________________________________| ...presents... Urban Womb by EnTrOpY >>> a cDc publication.......1991 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _____________________________________________________________________________ _ INVIDIOUS URBAN WOMB moons teeth sunken in their scalps the straitjacket men walk wet to the knees scuffing along past tumbleweeds past rubble in the unconsciously concrete tunnels past disturbed beer cans past the graffiti scrawl promises of murdering and dead bodies ahead and all that stuff the roar of vehicles from far above. Our skateboards over our shoulders footsteps candleglowing echo of flashlights. the hatchet-man is somewhere ahead of us grinding madly in the dark. "Rusted Shut" down on the street nothings moving, but trash still scatters in the dirty wind and dirty cars drift cautiously by like friendly piranhas. Tough guys sweat it out in leather jackets and their girlfriends ignore them. nobody touches anybody. A cluster of acidheads in tie-dye and blood-shot stand on the overpass watching the ripple of traffic lights from green to red to gold and finally back to red. These lights go on for miles and miles and probably never stop. I feel strange. I hope it storms. If it rains I'll feel like Marlon Brando and I'll be alone here If the sky were only a bit more gray or the wind were stronger I might let it carry me- But it isn't. and its not. and I don't. I imagine sometimes I will grow old this way, thinking things. seeing things. Perhaps. I'll never say anything nice again. _ _ ____________________________________________________________________ /((___))\|Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362|NIHILISM..............517/546-0585| [ x x ] |Paisley Pasture......916/673-8412|Ripco II..............312/528-5020| \ / |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194|The Works.............617/861-8976| (' ') |Lunatic Labs.........213/655-0691|Condemned Reality.....618/397-7702| (U) |====================================================================| .ooM |Copr. 1991 cDc communications by EnTrOpY 07/20/91-#173| \_______/|All Rights Pissed Away. FIVE YEARS of cDc| Downloaded From P-80 International Information Systems 304-744-2253