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A few words on punk vs. steampunk.Never Mind The Bollocks
Or: How Spec-Lit Fucked Up A Perfectly Good Word.
Punk 'til you puke!
As a youth revolution punk was a solid fist full of fuck you! An angry, ugly, straight razor attack on the bloated excess of 1970's pop culture.
There was punk rock music from the likes of The Sex Pistols, Black Flag, and The Dead Kennedys.
There was punk cinema in films such as Repoman, Suburbia, and The Fabulous Stains.
There was punk lit, punk art, even a punk offshoot of gonzo journalism.
It was a way of life fueled by a belief that nothing is sacred, authority is never to be trusted, and most importantly, you can always Do It Yourself...better known as the DIY ethos.
In a word, punk is rebellion.
And I know a bit about words. Word have power. Word have strength. Words are the bits o
Rumrunners and Teslacoils pt.1
February 18th, 1939, 6:43PM
American Apartments, 4th floor, room 113
1448 George Abrahms St, Minneapolis, Minnesota
We were going to be late. And if there is one thing I can not fucking stand, it.. was.. TARDINESS. My girlfeind was just now getting dressed after a long shower and is now rushing to get her clothes on. She would not have been rushing if she hadn't taken a half-hour long shower, another twenty minutes with her long golden hair, and approximatly (checking my pocket watch) twenty more minutes to get her clothes choosen. She knew I detested tardiness and was trying to get ready so we could go. I can tell she was becoming irritated with my constant pestering and urging.
"Are you ready YET?" I asked.. for the eighth time.
"I'm ready when I'm fucking ready." she said, the anger in her voice steadily rising each time she answers. "Just don't rush me too much."
"Well I wouldn't be rushing you if the thing we're heading to wasn't so damn important. We have ",
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