Friday, August 01, 2008

I'm on the Warpath Today

We’ll wake 
visions of crowds
dancing, cheerful 
clapping, and in the radiance 
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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