SXR (the artist often known, unfortunately, as Sam Rotten).
Straight edge. Vegetarian. Goth.
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Send submissions, zine trades, letters, nudes, et cetera to otherXcore at PO Box 391, Madera, CA 93639 or CAFE Infoshop, 935 F Street, Fresno, CA 93706. Come visit.
Autumns and winters, springs of mire and rain,
Seasons of sleep, I sing your praises loud,
For thus I love to wrap my heart and brain
In some dim tomb beneath a vapoury shroud.
In the wide plain where revels the cold wind,
Through long nights when the weathercock whirls round,
More free than in warm summer day my mind
Lifts wide her raven pinions from the ground.
Unto a heart filled with funeral things
That since old days hoar frosts have gathered on,
Naught is more sweet, O pallid, queenly springs,
Than the long pageant of your shadows wan,
Unless it be on moonless eves to weep
On some chance bed and rock our griefs to sleep.