David,
Here's a piece of poetry that I recently wrote. It sums up my feelings on a page.
Later,
GG Allin
Adrian Correction Facility
As I walk the blood soiled path of my cosmopolitan existence, I abscond to the inner fractions of my internal, external, opened up and bleeding lacerations. Walking alone I conjoin my death and dangerous desire ablaze my ultimate consummation. I conducere the collision of life and suicide through confrontational dogmatic rituals of my burning underflesh. We are all dogmeat on the bones of ashes. I am introverted first and utmost. I discard gregarious behavior. The one man bullet from within shoots out from the descending elevators of my ever expanding brain map. I shall proceed to arbitrate the ways in which I shower the fragments of my corpse with lead, further puking the phlegm through conduit intestines on the rusted edge of an instant plunge. Deep digging, tearing to explore new openings of our interior depths of punctured skin spiders. Digress with me as I have become the trail of mutilation towards destruction and evil for all. Follow closely the depths of my empathy. We the arbitrary souls of our own temple need nobody. Our self structured minds will take course our passions to the battlefield of elasticated hands, reaching out to suffocate the closing air passages of passers by.
GG Allin
prison, 1990
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