the pabst of pwr

i am thinking of pwr tonite...i was looking around for some pictures to put on my smog stained walls and came across some of her old letters...not love letters, we were lovers but never in writing...just letters...i wish i still received a few...you probably enjoy receiving letters, but you haven't received any like these...they shine through your rusty mailbox...they almost burn your hands off with sunshiny goodness...true sunshiny goodness!...none of this pre-processed, over-ironic shit...oh yes my brothers and sisters, i am talking about the real thing...they are chock-full-o that shit that makes you want to climb the tallest mountain peak to seek beauty, truth, forgiveness, or next week's football scores...she was (and still is) one crazy woman, but damn if she ain't the best...she is the one that will keep us together...