Thrasher Magazine September 1989 — Page 32
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            While you're sitting
around waiting for the
big one, the one that
matters, we thought
we'd drop a little ...
They tell us it's
an organ. They tell us we only use
about ten-percent of its capacity.
They tell us it's a grey tissue reef in
an enzyme mud puddle. Well, we
know better. The brain is a living
supernova, a whole universe in flux.
It's a never-ending war on ever-
changing battlefields. Synapses
explode, thoughts collide, memories
die. Sometimes it's a pack of howl-
ing frothing hellhounds eating you
alive from the inside out. Other times
it's a whimpering web-eyed mongrel
in the dry heat of a Nevada brothel's
back lot, striving to cull sympathy
from anyone kind or stupid enough
to notice. No matter what, the impor-
tant thing is to let the torpor, tumult
and torment work for you. Harness
the power of the perpetual meltdown
in your skull and you can do
anything. Here's proof...
brain bomb