- original soundtrack -

Soul suckers. Blood suckers. Lepers, leeches, artists, musicians, critics, and fans. Dear Whores:

Fuck You. Fuck off and die, you filthy fucking rotten plagiarist prostitutes. Exploiters! Destroyers! Deceivers! Exploiters, exploiters, exploiters! Okay? Focus on a pinprick. Got it? Now, exaggerate it times ten. Now, my malicious ruinators, times one thousand. I'm sure the point is much easier for you to grasp now that we have eliminated all the fine points of detail, meaning, and truth. We have already established the fact that you cannot leave well enough alone. Your works are all in progress. Destruction by stampede- the herd cometh and the herd taketh away all that is natural, beautiful, and real, and put in its place stink, and shit, and scum. Oh, come one, come all- as long as you have nothing to say AND A VERY LOUD VOICE TO SAY IT IN and at least ten to ten thousand other idiots who idolize your diabolical inadequacies and perpetually insist on assisting you in your ever destructive search for all that is vain, and selfish, and of course financially viable. Trample! Pilfer, pillage, crush, kill, destroy, ANNIHILATE, assholes! Annihilate- the end of an era, the beginning of the end, the END of the end. Oh, I'm sure you've heard it all before but remember, it's not what you say, it's how you say it, and how much you're paid to do so and besides, who's listening anyway? No one, that's who. because it's all be said and done, and done, and done, and done, and done to death! Let's talk about art, said the fool to the idiot.

(Dear Whores, Lydia Lunch)