i hate your hateyou want to keep talking to me about the love and rules of god then let's devour it like wolves not throw wool over your monologuei hate your hate
you keep spouting shit about hellfire and sinners whores, gays, crooks and people who skip church and if i had my way in this afterlife of yours i'd be holding that harsh light up to you first
cause this former altar boy, recovering catholic remembers when the priest said, "judge not lest ye be..." cause this smoking, drinking, fucking loser thinks the plank in your eye is titanic goddamn irony
for me, you're just a gatewa
alms race to apathywhat's so fucking great about ambition when all you get is banners for unaccomplished missions? maybe you can sell that shit on ebay for an arm and a leg kill two guilts with one stone; make sure they're prostheticalms race to apathy
you keep holding hands with industry when it gets you friends like blitzkrieg let's celebrate by burning books and jews bring marshmallows and your social studies, too
still sweet on your prostitute progress? nuclear this, chemical that, get your ashes hauled by a robot? i'd rather sit on my ass in the park and watch the sun blow out you can give me fiv
time itchesi. we don't own these streets we just rent them for a while but we surf them quicker thantime itches
the architects and their sketchpads
we drink in the dives they wouldn't be seen in we make love in the homes we don't have the deeds to we die in the alleys and we're found in the garbage
kinda makes me wish i was marked for recycling give my CO2 to the trees, my salty tears to the sea commit my flesh to compost and leave a dog a bone let me be of some use before i shuffle on
ii. so what are these words
if Shakespeare can be forgotten? what do
you aren't what you loveassuming it's true that "you are what you love, and not what loves you back ..." like jenny lewis croonsyou aren't what you love
then, i'm not my mother or her catholic church
i'm not my father or his military service
i'm not my ex-girlfriend or her obsession with avoiding pain
i'm the band i saw in richmond as i huddled in a doorway
i'm the handful of the faithful who sought them out in the rain
i am the monument we made there when the venue caved
on a sidewalk in the dark, i am america and rock'n'roll &n
headphones: en español
Pirate
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checj my favorites:
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glad we share a love of "children of men," if you haven't already, read the book by P.D. James. it's a bit slow moving and significantly different from the film, but obviously has much more depth. maybe a bit chauvenistic... i was suprised to discover that P.D. James is a woman.
i do think the film was a brilliant work in its own right... can't say that about many film adaptations.
and of course, bukowski is amazing.
the garble comment below is freakin me out though; one garbles balls, right?
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Don't say what you mean you might spoil your face.
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Hello Toilet
`poisonedrose - thanks brett <£...ahhh brit love
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third world country music
Oh... and you got banned previously?
Ha ha ha, hardcore man!
thats cool.
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You taught me a lesson, didn't you?
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