nine 1 one
listening to the rain last night
i could tell it was lying
and no matter how hard
my eyes shut i couldn't dream
sleep's mercy was too little...
it's patriot day and we live in fear
(not of anything real) just fear
hate breeds hate
horns are locked
spears sharpened
shields splintered
love broken
fuck you america
and your pride
--vik
i could tell it was lying
and no matter how hard
my eyes shut i couldn't dream
sleep's mercy was too little...
it's patriot day and we live in fear
(not of anything real) just fear
hate breeds hate
horns are locked
spears sharpened
shields splintered
love broken
fuck you america
and your pride
--vik
posted by friars | Tuesday, September 11, 2007
5 Comments:
mind your pronouns please
i am not in fear
america is just the name of another religion
is your anonymity fear?
oh yes, i am terribly afraid. i've been found out and now am as naked as a jay-bird. i'm filled with shame, woo, shame has emptied me of pride and so grateful i am. i can give myself over to the Great Patriot in the sky, wrap myself in its earthly colors--red, white, and blue and be covered, safe. how did you know, who ever you are, who ever i am--so proud of pride-less-ness. oh, no. wait. i am restored, returned to my senses. there is no evidence, there's been no investigation. the tea cup flys over the moon and is filled with "we the people," apple pie, and noxious faith. in that case... yeah right. gim'me a break.
is that sarcasm? what are we(still minding my pronouns) giving you a break from? you with no sense of history! :)
-anonymous
i... i don't remember. it looks like my handwriting. did i say what? oh yes, the brakes are in the shop, so am using the breaks for now, till they come back. where was that garage again? damn.
ah-nah-nah-mouse
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