September 2011
19 posts
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My mind is lonely. It sits here, perfectly wiling, perfectly pliable. But wasted. Wasted on sports figures and reality TV. Wasted on trivia and perpetual bullshit. It yearns for company. With it I can see the big picture. Only a fraction of the picture, to be sure, but my segment is crystal clear. No matter how I scream and point at it, no one will pull their head out of their ass long...
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A Lovesick Letter from the Collective Unconscious...
Dear Reality,
We miss you dearly. We could really use you around here these days. We’re lost without you. We miss your warm touch, your gentle smile, your comforting smell, your intense and selfless lovemaking… And your inability to confuse our existence. Sure you were hard to be with at times. You certainly loved to point out our flaws, and my GOD you could be critical of us,...
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You know you want that stereo in the window. You’ve been taught to want that stereo since childhood. If you concentrate on that stereo and how to get it you won’t notice that everything else is being stolen from you. You only care if the stereo gets stolen.
The stereo doesn’t mean anything unless you attribute value to it. Property is an illusion created to convince you that you actually have...
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The world is full
Of pretty girls
And I can charm them all
For I’ve a way with words
And a winning smile
And most importantly, Balls
To fight good men
And lay good chicks
Is a noble cause indeed
But to those of you
Who would follow my quest
Of these humble words take heed:
Sure you’ll slay scores
And you’ll always want more
Of those legs for miles
And flawless tits
But one fateful day
An...
Oh say can you see
What is so clear to me
The American Dream
Is naught but a Scheme
You are NOT on a team;
Just a cog in the Machine
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We are the Enemy
An arrhythmic melody
We make top priority
In National Security
We organize
And sympathize
And stand for a righteous cause
You monetize
And corporatize
To feed your gaping maws
We sacrifice for Liberty
And disappear without a trace
We leave behind no Eulogy
No name, no home, no cash, no face
The new Contras are the Taliban
Recycling the same old plan
Strange Rebels in a Stranger’s...
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The pinnacle of Hope and Change
Reeks eerily of a recent past.
Betrayal shouldn’t feel this strange,
What’s shocking is that it came so fast.
They left the House in disrepair
And you rushed to move right in,
Fomenting already great despair,
Prolonging the age of Glut and Sin.
Hats off to you Mr. President,
We bought your fetid, putrid lies.
You taught us cynics to Dissent
When everything around...
Anarchy in the Age of Apathy
Born to the children of the Age of Love
Who abandoned ideals when push came to shove
They told us “Drugs Kill!”
When they used to sell grass
They crushed our free will
And fought wars for gas
Self-educated, disillusioned, and lost
Now with eyes open to the true human cost
The curtain pulled back from society
The sham must be destroyed by Anarchy!
Anarchy!
In the Age of Apathy
Anarchy!
Violence is...
