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Cat's Cradle
02:17
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The world ends when a man moves his finger and all is destroyed by the action of a distant trigger. We all knew it was coming, so an orgy was held and everyone came. Weapons and deities were the children of our species, both tools created by desperate, power-hungry men who knew enough about everyone near them and not anything about those in the distance. We never felt safer than with the bomb and the bible on our side, until the unavoided, fateful day that the whole fucking world fried. The president of the world, who lives in the USA, had to say, “Okay, if you do it son, on judgement day”. So jesus christ never came, despite all his fame...he was just a famous name. rastafari and allah are just as fucking lame. One day it was realized, the lies must be finalized, before the wool fell from our eyes and exposed the ancient bullshit in a prophecy disguise. The men who ruled the world agreed to an MAD because they all could see that they couldn’t fix it up with all their money.
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Reality
03:04
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An invisible man on a public bus is a monotone reflection of the rest of us. not a stutter or a skip in life’s rotation, changing shoes at the next bus station. hey you-you live in a box, me too (but mine is nicer because I am richer than you) I stare through my window, only to see blinding neon lights burning holes in me, screaming: buy our cars! buy our shoes! buy our fucking TVs! (made in toxic factories by the underpaid chinese...) reality, reality. all we do is shit and eat and work and sleep and wake each day to wait and waste and pass the time away. replicate or just to screw, well....what else is there to do? the cops show up (to shut us up) these walls are too thin, I can hear the neighbours pissing in this complex that I live in. three bums around the rubbish bin “hey! what kind of shit have you got yourselves into?” it sure looks a lot like alcoholism. one two three pound the listerine. pass it in a circle like a joint or a minute hand. three two one pound it like it’s rum swallowed by a pirate in the Caribbean sun. an invisible man is clutching a needle, about to stuff his veins with something evil, while another one staggers down the side of the street with a puddle of puke between his feet we’ve got hills here, topped with tarps and traffic lights. we’ve got bullets and machetes in the middle of the night. drive your cars! get new shoes! drink our fucking coffee! we don’t really care about your kids, we just trade scams for money.
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Grob's Attack
02:19
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Desperation spawned congregation and suicide negotiation. Dry eyes wait to blink or see passed a mind fixed on a memory. Does anyone have a plan, a place, an aspiration? Cause im sick of waiting on pawn manipulation. Does anyone have a loaded gun? Im sick of sinking and thinking it wont end and im stuck. Run before the cold could catch up. Passed a church that reeks of summer time short cuts and a house that smells of deader bodies than ever. Well im still left alone. Will i still be a miserable fuck when ive grown old?
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Song to Forget
02:51
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august i drank coffee black, despite the bitter taste, solely for the purpose of keeping myself awake. i wouldn’t want to waste the night sleeping...some things could be too great to sacrifice for dreaming. The other day I got so stoned I couldn’t see i have put myself behind a wall of apathy and misery an obstruction to progress that is hard to pass when you’re slogging through these days like mud, stuck in the past. so I’ll try another time to search for what I never find at the bottom of another empty bottle of wine. I’m holding happiness in a paper bag (again).its just the same old wasted way to waste away another weekend. another one to forget. i’d give you the moon on a silver string, that’s a reflection of the happiness we tend to get from owning things, it’s not a lunar happiness device, it’s a home and the property rights belong to cheese, a man and a rabbit pounding rice. The other day I got so stoned I couldn’t see i have put myself behind a wall of apathy and misery an obstruction to progress that is hard to pass when you’re slogging through these days like mud, stuck in the past. so I’ll try another time to search for what I never find at the bottom of another empty bottle of wine. I’m holding happiness in a paper bag (again).its just the same old wasted way to waste away another weekend. Will it be one of those nights ending with uncommitted kisses that taste like cigarettes? Another one to forget. a dream came alive. then it died. it exploded. only a memory survived. and you’d be wise, to put aside, any effort to revive it.
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Editing my Expectations
02:18
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Today I sucked my mood out from a medicated tube. And I could be abusing it....but there is too much confusing shit to cope, I’d rather choke on my tongue now that it is numb. Today was rearranged by an unexpected change of direction and destination, sending me back to the station to contemplate what makes me someone so fucking dumb. Sitting together on the stairs, he said to me, “The older I get, the less I seem to care....but it’s great to see kids throwing bottles at police in the streets. Five years ago that was me....” and I had to agree. Its great! But do they really have a cause? I mean aren’t half of them dependant on the long arm of the law they’re trying to break? Today expectations made were put aside and then replaced by a realized reality of mutual mediocrity and the inability for me to conquer me. Sitting together on the stairs, he said to me, “The older I get, the less I seem to care....but its great to see kids throwing bottles at police in the streets. Five years ago that was me....” and I had to agree. The older I get the less I care. The older I get the less I care. The older I get the less there is. But I’m aware that today I have friends who I could forget I ever knew until I nostalgically review the pictures to which they will be reduced to. Apparently everything is temporary. Why try to save what time can fade?
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Ten New Tshirts
02:34
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Everything i bought at wal-mart fell apart. its almost as if this shit was made to break. home of the disposable microwave. filling up all the empty landfill space. 10 new t shirts for me 10 cents to the factory worker minimum wage for the employee 10 new t shirts for me. They’ll stock it if its made cheap, so to the sweatshops with your companies. Shit shipped from overseas. Quantity beats quality. 10 new t shirts for me 10 cents to the factory worker minimum wage for the employee 10 new t shirts for me. Ma and pas store was there before. Went bankrupt when wal-mart moved next door. No one would shop there anymore. Lacked the face of this week’s corporate whore. 10 new t shirts for me 10 cents to the factory worker minimum wage for the employee 10 new t shirts for me. You’ve got the same t-shirt as me fitting in with homogenized society a wal-mart for every city right next to starbucks and old navy. 10 new t shirts for me 10 cents to the factory worker minimum wage for the employee 10 new t shirts for me.
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People Still Suck
03:14
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I can’t recognize respectfully the function of the ivory, decoratively displayed next to a rain forest wood frame surrounding khaki shorts, and an elephant corpse, and the smirk of one who clearly supports this ego injection delivery, proof of what? Perceived superiority? Wealth? Ability? Or just unnecessary animal cruelty...Now I’m stuck thinking, “why bother?”, asking a species with no compassion to offer to re-evaluate their priorities while viewing animals as trophies and assuming their entitlement to degrading forms of entertainment. The decapitated head of another primate is stuffed and mounted on display while his hand holds an ashtray. His body lies in the jungle still, while his captured child is falling fatally ill in a zoo, held captive to be viewed by someone who each time he gazes into her eyes, falls strategically blind to the events chronologically behind the opportunity to find her here. Now I’m stuck thinking, “why bother?”, asking a species with no compassion to offer to re-evaluate their priorities, who the fuck said animals were are commodities? Just blank disposable unfeeling bodies? Well it wasn’t me and I wholeheartedly must disagree.From what I see, the way one treats another being reflects their true personality. So what the fuck does organized cruelty suggest about humans collectively? I think it means that the system we depend upon is fucking wrong.
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we are conceived and born incurably diseased with inherited inequalities. ancestors perched on our backs, crucified to planks of the past. with puppet limbs and assigned masks. subconsciously inclined to comply with man-made lines, we feel safest when we are defined. Seek comfort in definition; wear uniforms for recognition of our place and position. raised on a steady diet of lies, deceived and taught to generalize. told who is right and what is civilized. well civil thrives on genocide and how well it is justified following failed attempts to hide. this land is yours, or is it mine, we need the law to draw a line. to define and to separate our differences from what is the same so we can blame and hate and hide behind fences and border lines. reducing THEM to enemies with collectivized identities. we need ignorance to comprehend the division of us and them. truth is a casualty of war, the one that we tend to ignore and substitute pride for. pride for lines drawn by simple men, holding power, holding pens. perspectives gained through a narrow looking lens. well, nationalism is akin to racism and youre fucking stupid if your one of them protecting the familiar while fearing all that isn’t.
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