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[16 Feb 2006|03:08pm] |
tea for the tillerman, toast for thomas. their heads on spikes, but they never saw us.
gorillas in the jungle, guerillas in the white house. revolution sneaks in the back, quick as a mouse.
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[16 Feb 2006|03:05pm] |
this fragile ring of filthy little charlatans offers a chance of dangers to your pithy little shell.
their teeth ground into points they ask you to sign on the dotted line.
shell shock.
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[14 Nov 2005|02:27pm] |
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no eating allowed.
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[02 Nov 2005|11:02pm] |
you can only do what you think you can do.
you can only go as far as you want to.
all crimes are waiting, all bills past due.
the world is a reflection of what you want to be.
you don't go out and change it when you don't agree.
comfortable misery, the pain of you and me.
because we're all the petty bourgeoisie.
the only thing holding you back is yourself.
the world won't wait.
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[02 Nov 2005|10:59pm] |
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the world can't wait.
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[29 Sep 2005|10:38am] |
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graceful arms and swinging hips propel the ancient flying machines.
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[27 Sep 2005|04:49pm] |
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politicians whimper out their belief in santa claus, while their adolescents sons fuck high-class whores in darkened corners. above them all, twisted branches cut across a bruised purple sky. seems like the only thing real, here where night never comes and you must never, ever anger the base.
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[27 Sep 2005|04:46pm] |
everyone roots for the underdog until they realize he can't pull the cart.
?who will root for the undergod?
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[27 Sep 2005|04:44pm] |
hundreds, not tens, of thousands, screaming discontent at the whitest of houses, but the masters were not at home.
throw the baby in the water, its on fire.
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[08 Sep 2005|11:42pm] |
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trying to fuck in a nonsexual way.
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[19 Aug 2005|02:50am] |
who still is foolish enough to believe in love as a pure, non-economical thing?
then let him be banished to a thousand heart-aches and bloody knuckles in the deepest pit of wretched hell: crawford, texas.
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[19 Aug 2005|02:43am] |
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tsap eht espilce eclipse the past
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[19 Aug 2005|02:37am] |
the city streets flow with the grace of red blood cells: clogged arteries choking on their own plaque.
when the businessman smiles his teeth look like a mouth full of shiny new bullets.
if this is where you live, wouldn't you rather have a home?
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[10 Aug 2005|02:41pm] |
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show us your tits.
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[09 Aug 2005|01:03pm] |
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...ghosts haunting each other in an empty aquarium.
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[26 Jul 2005|12:02pm] |
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the glass slipper of our generation, caught somewhere between total cynacism and utopianism without to the desire to choose either one. don't quote, reappropriate and recontexualize.
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[25 Jul 2005|12:56am] |
backs up against the wall as ancient gums flap with no teeth. they mumble 'never again, never again' and lick their drying lips with cracked tongue.
but where was your generation when things got ugly?
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[12 Apr 2005|08:38pm] |
i ask again...
what is property?
property is theft.
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[09 Apr 2005|09:13pm] |
it has left the bulk of onlookers earthbound--you, your mother, your father's brother, your sexual victims, your unborn children, and everyone you have ever known in your entire life--with mouths agape and eyes reflecting a mixture of puzzlement, vexation and contempt.
it has rocketed right out of the realms of common sense and common experience. that does not necessarily make it bad.
the red moon is there, and it is watching you all.
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[08 Apr 2005|10:23pm] |
egos are like apples.
they don't compare to citrus of the mind.
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