Poop

POOP, part of a complete childhood. A childhood that has no end. LOUD. LOUD. Hear it. And feel it.The sound of rebellion and wild animals. Untamed, set free and raging. Rock'n' roll motherfuckers. Real loud! Shellshock LOUD! It might take your head off kind of loud. Pump your heart right into yer throat kind of loud. Hear it. See it. Feel it. Taste it kind of loud that is all too crazy, too fucked up and primal that only screaming and howling - pouring more noise onto ground zero is the only thing that feels close to being right.