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Letter Of Resignation
Takes a dried up ballpoint, lemon juice and water, keeps diary invisibly. In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite, there's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll never see her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took. It's one more omission from a highschool history book; how whole lives are knifed and pushed aside. To whom it may concern...this is to inform...yours, sincerly yours... There's a bus that's leaving half an hour from now. It won't take her where she really wants to go. So she sits there with her luggage at her side. In the empty stations of our empty lives..
Leg-hold Trap
all answers seem to come to easily, to you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see and simplicity beneath a song i try to make her see there is no way. attempts at comprehension always miss. she lays her body down and tries to say. i guests there is no answer to a kiss so then you turn around, tell me why we have to wait and see. turn around and you sigh good-bye, we always disagree, you just cannot stand to see me free to fly away..
Laplante/smith
hey hannah, how's it going? is that you i see slappin' dicks with brad? fuck you got a hairy ass! a hairy fuckin' ass! hairy ass! hey jord, how's it going? you fucking fat piece of shit, i could trash your drum kit right now and maybe i will or maybe i won't-no, i won't..
Laplante/smith Song [live]
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Laplante Song
hey hannah, how's it going? can i borrow some records you punk rock piece of shit? hey jord, join the chicken-fight, is that a sub you've got in your face you piece of shit fat mother-fucker?.
Just Between Friends
"I've got my hands up her dress and it means nothing.. It's not about love, its not even about sex.. This time it feels like I've got control.. At this time tomorrow I'll be able to look back and call her a slut..
Ladies' Nite In Loserville
Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation. She slurs. "How much more bullshit you got left? 'Cause you been. feeding me this crap about 'free speech' and 'thought-police' like I'm supposed to sit and swoon"..
Iteration
Donald wept through the proceedings. His tears soaked through the canvas that cloaked his twisted face and they stained his orange jumpsuit where with such rare distinction he once displayed the evidence of his outstanding contributions to the maintenance of a kingdom come. But those days are gone. He's nothing more than a number on a docket thick with shareholders, engineers, PR firms, politicians: war-profiteers. How the fuck did I end up here? This just isn't fair. Ain't no place for a millionaire. He searches for the words to stop this table in mid-turn, like "we are but old men" and "we only did what we were told," but the laughter from the gallery drowns out these vestiges of a profession's oldest defense. The court will direct the record to reflect compliments from the bench; you sir, are central casting's crowning achievement. And for your outstanding performance in a comedic role, I'd like to dedicate the findings of the jury to the dead. But how can one man ever repay a debt so appalling? Can't gouge 10,000 eyes from a single head so I think we should observe a sentence that will serve to satisfy both a sense of function and poetry: so you will spend the rest of your days drenched in sweat, with your face drawn in a rictus of terror as you remove another buried land mine fuse. Meanwhile, 100 yards back behind the sandbags, a legless foreman pulls the trigger on a red megaphone. Squelching feedback. Drunken laughter. Broken English. His dead daughter's picture. Time and tide, no one can anticipate the inevitable waves of change..
I Would Very Much Like To See What Happened In Oka In 1990 Happen Everywhere
The best thing i ever saw on tv. was that S.Q. (Securite Quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth.. Condolence, Mme. Canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig..
Impending Halfhead
He had a stack of dimes for a dink that he kept hidden from his young tormentors. She crapped her pants and when it started to stink they laughed her up a railing high above the river. A goddamn beige curse. She couldn't imagine worse. She once was known for her art. Not anymore. His mom caught him jerking when she got home from work and it drove him to stick needles in his arm. She gave one blow job in the back of a van and the clap quickly spread across her lips. Oh fuck! There's a fucking curse! She couldn't imagine worse. They thought she was such a nice kid. Not anymore. A bumpy road for thimbledicks and pube-less dweebs. You with the natural perm! The brown-toothed the bald-spotted bottle-glassed puds (Fucking Halfhead). Boneracked spazzes with limp handshakes, zit cream ordered by mail. No-boobed girls, man-boobed boys. His mom picks his clothes and SHE smells like pee. These are the mean streets. Don't kill yourself yet. Adulthood's worse. Don't kill yourself at all. Yet..
I Was A Pre-teen Mccarthyist
At Harold Edward's Elementary you pay respect to Our God, Our Flag, Our Military. In grade 3 I had a written composition about the global threat of communism. And I was the luckiest 8-year old McCarthyist of 1979: I spent spring break on the flight line of a base in the Carolinas- the U.S. version of my dad had signed us in. And 12 years later, the Gatling I'd touched that was strapped to the nose of a U.S.A.-10, separated flesh from bone and honed its skills on "lesser humans"..
I Want U 2 Want Me
I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm begging you to beg me. And I want you now. . Yeah, I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm begging you to beg me.
I Want You To Want Me
I want you to want me. I need you to need to me. I'm beggin' you to beg me.. And I want you now. Yeah, I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm.
Homophobes Are Just Mad Cuz They Can't Get Laid
Nothing I can say. Will change your little mind. It's your clique and right or wrong. You won't be left behind. But you're weak. Equality's your trip.
Human(e) Meat (the Flensing Of Sandor Katz)
I swear I did my best to ensure that. his final moments were swift and free from fear.. But consideration should be made for the fact. That Sandor Katz was my first kill,.
Homophobes Are
Propagandhi - Homophobes Are Just Pissed 'Cause They Can't Get Laid. Nothing I can say will change your little mind. Take your immortal thoughts. and you won't be left behind. But you're weak!.
Head? Chest? Or Foot?
Three choices. One bullet.. one trigger. Guess who. gets to pull it? One leader. One. thousand slaves. For every. throne there's one thousand. graves. (give or take a grave).
Hidden Curriculum
"knowledge dispels fear!" yeah, i hear you loud and clear, just take note of where it's from. a reliable source? or educated by force in this hidden curriculum? obey all day and back from lunch by one. you can't reverse the damage done. Your knowledge is a bullet in their gun. they've taught you well, destroyed every last brain cell with their methods, 10 on 1. little man, here's your number, here's your plan to serve the hidden curriculum, i'm dumb..
Head? Chest? Foot?
three choices, one bullet, one trigger, guess who gets to pull it. one leader, a thousand slaves.. for every throne there's a thousand graves. you're all the same, just part of their machine perpetuate their dream.
Haillie Sellasse, Up Your Ass
You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify belief. In a god that's left you behind?. You've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class.
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