It's a strange ride some times. Strange Times we're riding in, as Cramulus told me. That's life, that's part of the trip we're all on, one way or another, and we all know what we think of those who try to tell themselves otherwise.
It's sucked down like koolaid with morphine and a euthanasia chaser, CNN telling you about an earthquake in botswana while the water rises outside.
It makes me want to scream like how we can drop tons of corn on Africa at the drop of a hat, but still have people freeze on street corners. We can't smell our own shit, we like our own brand, and apparently that makes us fucking blind to the festering boil right under the chin of the body politic. It's like one on some fat gluttonous fuck who just keeps stuffing down greasy food, pleased as a pig in a room of shit. Religion crawled into that boil, trying to cure the sins of man, and died, now the foul puss is talking and preaching. Civil service, carried into it like blood plasma and rotted alongside.
Bust the fucker with a pickaxe, sterilize it with fire and chemicals, stomp and squeeze it out until only patriotic blood runs clean behind it again. A pitted scar is better than suffering the filth to be supported.
I don't know where it's all going PD, but I'm starting to feel like I'm SANE again.
Stupid Bloody Tuesday.
It's sucked down like koolaid with morphine and a euthanasia chaser, CNN telling you about an earthquake in botswana while the water rises outside.
It makes me want to scream like how we can drop tons of corn on Africa at the drop of a hat, but still have people freeze on street corners. We can't smell our own shit, we like our own brand, and apparently that makes us fucking blind to the festering boil right under the chin of the body politic. It's like one on some fat gluttonous fuck who just keeps stuffing down greasy food, pleased as a pig in a room of shit. Religion crawled into that boil, trying to cure the sins of man, and died, now the foul puss is talking and preaching. Civil service, carried into it like blood plasma and rotted alongside.
Bust the fucker with a pickaxe, sterilize it with fire and chemicals, stomp and squeeze it out until only patriotic blood runs clean behind it again. A pitted scar is better than suffering the filth to be supported.
I don't know where it's all going PD, but I'm starting to feel like I'm SANE again.
Stupid Bloody Tuesday.