Brokenelevator
01-10-2003, 11:39 PM
I entitled this, "Fuck you, America."
It's bad formatting but I'm too lazy to go back and fix all the line indentations.
I hope you at least find it amusing.
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fuck this america, a kentucky fried chicken legislature serving steaming hot plates of corruption--for only $1.99 + your soul! fuck, the corporate prunes even market anti-materialism--the god of irony and the god of convenience SELLS!
fuck, the only four letter word I know that has lost as much meaning as the actual act---everytime I see the pope raping vanna white, I want to laugh....OR SHOOT MYSELF...and to gamble on this lot is far too risky--
the loss of worship in our country has transformed our spirituality into capitalism...we have made for ourselves a CARVEN IMAGE or IDOL--of Uncle Sam, eating state-dedicated quarters in a bowl of Cheerios, reading Wall Street Journal, wearing a necktie to hold in his bulging hardon--caused by pop music and the death of art--
we claim to embrace everything, but we are groping in a black hole. this politically correct *moment of silence* is bullshit--there IS NO SILENCE in our country--this is how we mock ourselves--
america, fuck your polyurethane babies, your starbucks democracy indulging in *artsy* conversation over cell phones--finding symbolic meaning in the last episode of FRIENDS--cuz we're so fucking DEEP--raising an absent family of two lawyers and two angsty, zit-ridden teenagers who think they are opening their eyes (WHEN IN REALITY THERE IS NOTHING THERE TO SEE) when they indulge in marijuana and taco bell, life in a van, to *mature* and find faith in BIG MONEY--
we crucify ourselves on white picket fences, we crucify ourselves on the american dream.
mayday, can i fucking repeat, you are burning down--there is NOTHING THERE--all your losses, your belittled sacrifices, your prozac mustang, rush to find meaning, your greek mythology books and high school transcript---they mean precisely.....SHIT
what are we pursuing? are we this suicidal? because is it OUR DEATH we are chasing, and no folks, there are no exceptions, no excuses, no written permission of exemptions, etc. and no folks, you really CANT keep what you've worked for, so just shut up for a second, put down your mortgage, lawsuit papers, and LISTEN--
listen to your heartbeat and inner self, the waves that weakly pass through your near-dead THIRD EYE---hold up your mind to the light and let go. thinking without your mind, USE YOUR SOUL. be still and fucking know....
once we've managed as a whole, we can start to communicate, or commune, in spirit and soul and passion, to push away this distraction, and work on unification---without needing uniforms--we can hold our divinity and our capacity and appreciate these brilliant colors given to us, and we can find God without religion or being desperate to understand or use OUR EYES (which are blind anyway), maybe...even evolve someday....taking place in the cosmos, letting sink this delusion of time and matter--
maybe....and i believe it...so don't say i don't have faith, because i have more than you fucking know. and until then, fuck you, america.
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It's bad formatting but I'm too lazy to go back and fix all the line indentations.
I hope you at least find it amusing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
fuck this america, a kentucky fried chicken legislature serving steaming hot plates of corruption--for only $1.99 + your soul! fuck, the corporate prunes even market anti-materialism--the god of irony and the god of convenience SELLS!
fuck, the only four letter word I know that has lost as much meaning as the actual act---everytime I see the pope raping vanna white, I want to laugh....OR SHOOT MYSELF...and to gamble on this lot is far too risky--
the loss of worship in our country has transformed our spirituality into capitalism...we have made for ourselves a CARVEN IMAGE or IDOL--of Uncle Sam, eating state-dedicated quarters in a bowl of Cheerios, reading Wall Street Journal, wearing a necktie to hold in his bulging hardon--caused by pop music and the death of art--
we claim to embrace everything, but we are groping in a black hole. this politically correct *moment of silence* is bullshit--there IS NO SILENCE in our country--this is how we mock ourselves--
america, fuck your polyurethane babies, your starbucks democracy indulging in *artsy* conversation over cell phones--finding symbolic meaning in the last episode of FRIENDS--cuz we're so fucking DEEP--raising an absent family of two lawyers and two angsty, zit-ridden teenagers who think they are opening their eyes (WHEN IN REALITY THERE IS NOTHING THERE TO SEE) when they indulge in marijuana and taco bell, life in a van, to *mature* and find faith in BIG MONEY--
we crucify ourselves on white picket fences, we crucify ourselves on the american dream.
mayday, can i fucking repeat, you are burning down--there is NOTHING THERE--all your losses, your belittled sacrifices, your prozac mustang, rush to find meaning, your greek mythology books and high school transcript---they mean precisely.....SHIT
what are we pursuing? are we this suicidal? because is it OUR DEATH we are chasing, and no folks, there are no exceptions, no excuses, no written permission of exemptions, etc. and no folks, you really CANT keep what you've worked for, so just shut up for a second, put down your mortgage, lawsuit papers, and LISTEN--
listen to your heartbeat and inner self, the waves that weakly pass through your near-dead THIRD EYE---hold up your mind to the light and let go. thinking without your mind, USE YOUR SOUL. be still and fucking know....
once we've managed as a whole, we can start to communicate, or commune, in spirit and soul and passion, to push away this distraction, and work on unification---without needing uniforms--we can hold our divinity and our capacity and appreciate these brilliant colors given to us, and we can find God without religion or being desperate to understand or use OUR EYES (which are blind anyway), maybe...even evolve someday....taking place in the cosmos, letting sink this delusion of time and matter--
maybe....and i believe it...so don't say i don't have faith, because i have more than you fucking know. and until then, fuck you, america.
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