Scrapclub

reject technology awaiting mutation through the loving force of destruction into amorphous beauty and dust

what about the fate of the rejects
the last cries for salvation
absolution through the hammer

the neon bleed and the glistening jolt of finality
the shuttered crack of solder that was but never was
as my determined gesture meets your electro pulse, you will understand my revenge

they yield for that which will forever abolish their utility and return them to base material