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Hate, Myth, Muscle, Etiquette
Mark your point of failing. It begins where you concede. Hesitate. Procrasti-. nate. Sedating. All configureed to impede your path. You need a good kick in.
Haillie Sallasse, Up Your Ass
You speak of Rastafari,. but how can you justify belief. in a God that's left you behind.. . You simply fill the gap. between the upper and lower class.
Hadron Collision
Ride fucking free, forty below,. It's the car that kills the punk.. Pedal for momentum, feel the fucking vibe,. Blaze through traffic, burn the red, push my luck..
Haillie Does Hebron
you speak of rastafari, but how can you justify belief in a dog that's left you behind? you've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class and your faith merely keeps you in line. an amalgamation of jewish scripture and christian thought. what will that get you? not a fuck of a lot. take a look at your promised land. your deed is that gun in your hand. mt. zion's a minefield. the west bank. the gaza strip. soon to be parking lots for american tourists and fascist cops. fuck zionism. fuck militarism. fuck americanism. fuck nationalism. fuck religion.
Gifts
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands,. staring at the window as the sunlight demands action.. All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds..
Government Cartoons (entertain Your Thoughts)
when fred and barney rubble (please kill me) indoctrinate me in my own home and try to tell me that mr. slate's got it rough on his corporate throne, "yeah, mr. slate, boys, has bigger problems than we've ever known, and a man like deserves respect and your respect alone" indoctrination to keep you in your place, brainwashing to enslave the human race. they'll get you when you're young and forever they embrace (were you dropped as a baby? 'cause brains you lack-anthrax) a gov't self-portrait, an evil we must face (and replace), you've convinced me that a working class stiff (but a proud one!) is what i am and that for minimum wage in this state-run cage that should always do the best that i can. just do what i'm told till i'm to old to move my broken, twisted carcass out of bed. don't take a stand, just take commands until i'm dead..
Gamble
your hips are swaying and your eyes are saying that you need two gamblers for this game you're playing, and i might want you, but i don't need you and you won't sleep in my bed anymore. it seemed like a dead-end. seven years after seven to sing for this country instead of raven or venom, 'cause your god was dead then and he's never been back again, and i don't think about it anymore, yeah, it's a gamble when your fingers burn from the last time that you flew and bled and the shadows that you walk around will still be there when the sun goes down. venus fly trap, 20 years now. and the chance is just as fat as a union bureaucrat that the life you wanna live ain't the one you're looking at. there's more risk in a brain cell than any vegas hotel and you can't find the pit-boss anywhere..
Fuck Machine
It's something physical. It's a conditioned reaction. It's something physical.. It's a conditioned attraction. But have I finally escaped? Will my eyes no.
Fuck The Border
A friend of mine dropped me a line,. I got no money, got no job.". it said, "man I gotta run to the USA.. before she fucking came?. She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive..
Fixed Frequencies
Here in the land that Abraham was promised to receive we listen to you catechize from your pulpit overseas. You mourn the proofs of our barbarity. Dry your eyes, oh Pharisee. We both speak a settler's cant. We both read from the same old played out scripts and hum familiar tunes, broadcast on fixed frequencies, stuck in locking grooves. We both profess noble intent as we civilize human impediments. So if your hands are clean then noblesse oblige that you wipe that "who me?" look off of your face and concede our designs separated by nothing more than place and time. Different scenes, same crimes. Pray, let him who's without sin cast the first statues of the former rogues turned folk heroes that your forefathers hung. Don't lecture me about plundered soil while you loaf upon your father's spoils. We want nothing more than what you already have: a comforting set of exculpatory "facts" like, say, the myth of an empty land and a conquest so complete we can pull these tanks from our streets and hand the loose ends over to bureaucrats and become just like you - lounging carefree in your cafes, absolved from sin and human grenades. Entre nous, how did your desert bloom?.
Fine Day
fine day in river heights, fine day for your skateboards and bikes, fine day in your cute little world, fine day for tough boys and submissive girls, a fine day to see that the government's got the drop on you. watching everything that you do. but you tell yourself that i you're exempt from their stare and that rules are rules and the system's fair and square, but with wired phones and two-way mirrors, they've been watching you for 20-some years, they regulate your idleness, (get a load of this next line) you agglutinate and acquiesce, this whole goddamn world's a fucking mess, but it's a fine-day in river heights (whammy bar mayhem).
Firestorm, My Ass
heard a song and i counted out loud the two-steps, the goose-steps back. back from square one, from where we'd just begun, and then it rang a bell-but is this kristallnacht or what the fuck is your plan? would you care to expand? and i don't deny the choice, but I defy you as the voice of anything i've stood for in these past 9 years, i've conquered the nurturing and found that anything worth conquering is powered, built and backed by fear, not by fact. and having said that... meat is still murder. dairy is still rape. and i'm still as stupid as anyone, but i know my mistakes. i have recognized one form of oppression, now i recognize the rest. and life's too short to make another's shorter..
Fedallah's Hearse
As so many practiced diplomats, so too your vaunted laureates, whose access to the higher rungs of the cultural priesthood is hinged upon their flair for sophistry. Well, I vote you the best-equipped to shrink from speech that might suggest any thoughts your key target-market might not have already signed-off on and ratified. And I vote you most likely to clutter your language with so much deadwood that no amount of pruning will reveal your intensive, protracted campaign of saying nothing at all. Your daydreams of black tie affairs at Rideau Hall. Your acceptance speech. Your dramatic pause. Don't forget to thank those bitter ex-musician cum embedded rock-journalists frantically applauding the latest artist-formerly-known-as iconoclast, giddy from the fumes of a fresh defection, moping to the maudlin beat of a hat rack rhythm section, a tacit understanding of mutual non-aggression enjoyed by every nauseating do-nothing functionary. Really, it's not so much the incessant ruse of assigning profound meaning to the meaningless curios you decorate your sets with in your extraordinarily mundane fictions. It's the (colossal) arrogance of the subtext: the province of human affairs is a field best left to dilettantes with an extraordinary gift for the feigning of paralysis. For saying nothing at all. For daydreams of black tie affairs at Rideau Hall. An acceptance speech. Sustained applause..
Ego Fum Papa (i Am The Pope)
"Live like an angel, die like a devil." Don't let it worry you, we're down here together. We're all here: heathens, heretics, kids with blue socks. I asked some questions and wasn't satisfied with the answers. It seems that's the biggest crime since not fitting in. But we're all here: King Diamond, todd's mom, fallen angels, the decimated cultures, the kid in the corner in sweat pants. We'll find our own way..
Failed States
29 years in human history:. The total duration of time without war.. What the fuck am I acting so surprised for?. 'Cause if I had a dime. For every single idiotic time.
Duplicate Keys Icaro (an Interim Report)
A primordial flow across the blood-brain barrier.. Cryptic ring structures bind to receptors.. These duplicate keys throw the floodgates open. On a raw datasphere of pure information..
Devil's Creek
Take me back to those sweltering summer days.. Bike down the gravel road to the creek outside the base.. Sun on skinny arms, chin on knobby knees.. Squatting in the cool of the rotting of the reeds..
Die Jugend Marschiert
Welcome to the offices of Economic and Manpower Analyses here at our historic and sprawling West Point Academy campus! My name is Mindy! It is my distinct pleasure to introduce you to a loving father of three (and a champion of the sanctioned use of armed force in pursuit of policy objectives). Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the project director of our newest recruitment strategy; our mission to staff future combat systems through current technologies. Without any further ado, I give to you Colonel Casey Wardynski!.
Degrassi Jr. High Dropouts
wake up in the morning feeling fucking burnt out, shit i got to go to school, don't think i can make, don't think i can take it. what the fuck am i going to do besides doing hot-knives in home-ec and dropping acid in phys-ed? wait! nil that narc is staring at me, time to my stash out back, where we'll playing games with real guns, selling dope to grade ones. c'mon ga kid give it a try, degrassi jr. high..
Degrassi Junior High Drop Outs
wake up in the morning feeling fucking burnt out,. shit i got to go to school,. don't think i can make, don't think i can take it.. what the fuck am i going to do besides doing hot-knives.
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