Friday, August 01, 2008

I'm on the Warpath Today

We’ll wake 
visions of crowds
dancing, cheerful 
clapping, and in the radiance 
light-bearers 
will bathe our 
eyes, washing us, 
making us better.

We’ll cry out in the night 
over nightmares, 
Jerry Falwell sniffing the ass of a male 
prostitute and proclaiming, 
“This is the day the lord hath made”


That was a rough one, imagery aside, like the day, but it came to me in a fit grumpiness and god damn do I feel like swinging a baseball bat at a hypocrite today.

"We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us" -Tyler Durden (I'd like to something else, but I am not in the cleverest of moods for which I blame you)

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