“I had a vision. I lay half asleep in the dirt. The sunset Behind the hills and burnt my skin. And in the dream I saw a throne--my throne, Built on the tower of my life. When I woke all I could think of was my Vision, etched so clearly on my mind. I worked for three days and three nights With no food or drink, until my vision Had become a reality--perfect in every Detail. I pondered the significance of this Edifice and shook off my trance.... I felt tired, I felt lonely, I felt confused, I felt so bloody confused, I felt like a right prat!” ArtVisionLonelyTiredConfusedTank GirlPrat Book:Tank Girl Source: Tank Girl
“Epitaph. Not next year, not the next one, Not the year after that. But ages From here, Clad in love stained sleeping bags, Dying with feet wrapped in endless Shirts and pillow cases, Crumbling with 99 flakes clutched Between thumb and palm, dripping Yellow cream from twig fingers, Basking our white haired chests on Green grassed parks under purple Skies. Laughing over coffee after Bath tubs of coffee have passed Through our guts. Huddled, lonely, Under heaped clothes, here lay us...” LoveCoffeeEpitaphTank GirlHeaped Clothes Book:Tank Girl Source: Tank Girl
“Dirty Freds... I love this filthy old place. I love the dust and the dirt, the crappy old books and the objects of art.” Tank GirlDirty Freds Author:Alan C. Martin