December 2010
“Awryt boays wits gawn aff?”
– James “The Rev” Owen Sullivan (February 9, 1981 – December 28, 2009)
Dear Sirs,
If the pavement comes alive on Flatbush Ave with toothy smiles Comprised of traffic cones and manholes become eyes And birds burst into flames while singing Satan’s praises And fold into the sky and rain down ashy danger If every office empties and all slaves walk in dazes To a pool of liquid money where they bathe blissfully naked And drugs no longer taunt me and flooze around my conscience...
As much as I don't dig politicians
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it’s a real shame to see someone who’s been so involved in direct action against government oppression of the working class like Tommy Sheridan get fucked over by the “justice” system and corrupt media as well as getting stabbed in the back by his so called friends. Someone’s private sex life is no one else’s business and it’s a shame he chose to resort to perjury to defend...
“200 years of American technology has unwittingly created a massive cement...”
– C.R. Stecyk III
We were supposed to stay young And now it’s over, it’s finished, it’s done. Normal expectations, they were on the run But now it’s over, it’s finished, it’s done.
Betray.
Sellout.
Loser.
Letdown.
Wasteman.
Before you go taking a walk in my world You better take a look at the real world Can you say “feel like shit”? Yeah maybe sometimes I do feel like shit I ain’t happy ‘bout it, but I’d rather feel like shit than be full of shit. And if I offended you, oh I’m sorry,But maybe you need to be offended But here’s my apology and one more thing. Fuck you.
