for the band, Crass.
Lies detail everything;
It's a shame we can't trust them.
What you gather is real, What you embrace,
Spelled out in a speech so
Reckless and calloused with
That to caress it is to accept its aboriginal
Since saying it is insufficient and telling it is
And since loving is a kind of disturbance
Since lies impart wine-like honey to words
Since lies pout with imprecise rigor
And the rasp grows from our familiarest corners
It will take a wild poison to corrupt
The corruption while you,
Garrulous and dirty,
Eclipse Special:: Ben Sher on The Watcher in the Woods (1980) - I was lying on my parents’ bed alone watching TV on a babysitter night. It’s funny how, especially when you’re young, you don’t know when a movie is sudden...
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