We are not a social movement, although we have voices and these voices are naturally heard owing to their astute ability to carry brilliant lightrays of harsh reality or fantastic formality, we are content to live within our wingspans. White kids who are Emersonian in philsohophy, we skipped Thoreau and went straight to Steinbeck, I looked back, Gunzy didn’t. We’re not trying to get heard, we know by the innate merit of our voices that we will be effortlessly absorbed by one of the major political parties. We have nothing to prove, but the masses will be subjected to the truly corrosive nature of our words. To the bone bristles mother fuckers. Our mission is to litter the world with words that haunt the collective human consciousness. Graffiti of the mind with words that combine and can bind.