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The Illusion Of RightsThe sheep cry out towards the eagles, "Don't you know you're doing wrong?" The birds of prey answer in confusion, "But sheep, we're right where we belong."The Illusion Of Rights
The sheep shout up, huddled together, "We have rights; haven't you heard?" The eagles lacked this information, so they bid the sheep, "Please speak your word."
"Oh, eagles we're entitled to our lives - it's wrong to eat us as you do. After all, just consider, how would you feel if it were you?"
But no lives have any value and we're all out for ourselves. Though our actions may harm othe
by ~Abu-Jamal
Hone NoneHone None. Home run. Mass hysteria. The sky is not falling. Calm yourself.Hone None
Here is an excerpt from a memo sent by the same PR firms that whisper soothing lies about the war.
They sent it through your television screens. You saw it and it became embedded in your collective subconscious;
"Dear Public, we have you in line now better than ever. We need you now far less than ever.
"Dear Public, Vote for Change! and sit back and watch in silence as silence engulfs your dreams." &
by ~Abu-Jamal
Fighting FireThe house is on fire. The roof is caving in. They're trapped inside. And so freedom died.Fighting Fire
You could hear them crying for three whole days. They were crushed by the weight of our faith in their fate.
We knew their deaths would never even slightly affect us. We're satiated by our invisible endings. We are safe inside our burning buildings.
The house is on fire. The roof is caving in. We're trapped inside. And so freedom died.
The river's drying quickly. It's more grave than bed now. No water's in the soil. &nbs
by ~Abu-Jamal
EarthboundI'm looking around and wondering, where did all the innocents go? I'm crying for and I'm dreaming of the answers I'll never know.Earthbound
Where did all the innocents go? Did they vanish to the secret place of the answers I'll never know and the fallen God without a face?
Did they vanish to the secret place; the messengers of wisdom and faith? And the fallen God without a face is a faded and long-dead wraith.
The messengers of wisdom and faith all seem to have nothing to say. Is a faded and long-dead wraith the only king that we have in this
by ~Abu-Jamal
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at sundownAt sundown we hoisted our rifles and painted our faces with ink and ash.at sundown
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Below us the streets are awash with light. I might have found the strings of candles and jack-o’-lanterns pretty if they didn’t remind me of junkies’ eyes and the chemtrails left by zeppelin.
As a child, before the revelation of concepts like politics and inequality, in blind naivety I always looked forward to the Samhain parades, back when magic was as simple as finding a glowing pumpkin tucked away under an overgrown nook, or wil’o’wisps dancing above a charm. &n
by =CircadianTwilight
Massacre of the InnocenceGeorgie Porgie threw an orgy just outside L.A., where Jack Be Nimble grabbed his thimble, outing him as gay...Massacre of the Innocence
Little Jack Horner bought Time Warner before the bubble burst, though Jumping Jack Flash saw the crash and liquidated first...
Jack said Jill was taking the Pill to ward off impregnation; the Three Blind Mice have lobbied twice for victim's compensation...
Little Mi
by =BornBlitzed
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"Starting his first correspondence with ‘Well, I broke the prince’s nose and everybody hates me’ would send his mother into a crying fit. "
- Fairytale Disasters
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So I start off toward somewhere new.
And I know the beauty will come shining through
All this dark rain and unfriendly snow.
Yes, there’s always a tomorrow.
Have a delightful day!
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Artist is never quite satisfied.
She never sleeps, but still she can dream.
And she can dream without sleep.
I am sad to say that I am just the sort of weak-minded person who, without being told what to do, does not actually know what to do. Therefor without your most welcome order, the concept that "Delightful" is superior to "Horrible And With A Swollen Lower Torso" would have eluded me.
However, this leaves me with the quandary of "What about the next day and the day after that, et cetera, et cetera?" I confess that I am quite stumped as to the solution to this problem. For what if no one instructs me to have a delightful day upon those days? I fear I shall be quite lost - and confused once more, besides. I may even go so far as to lay down upon the hill of fire ants in my confusion for, with this added layer of confusion - to whit; knowing I could have a delightful day but not knowing if I should - my actions may grow more illogical.
But I shant worry about that, for I am now having a delightful day.
Thank you once more. I am forever in your debt (until tomorrow or when some one tells me otherwise).
Sincerely,
Geostenn Häzeltine
Post-Script: If you wonder why I pen this lengthy response instead of simply saying "Thank you," or "No," or somesuch, I am afraid that I cannot offer a response. "Boredom" is surely insufficient, for I can think of many things more engaging than my current activity. So I suppose it must be one of four things: either I am attempting to enrich your day; I am attempting to show my intellectual superiority through much posturing and formalized language; I am a satirist upon the likes of the Brontë siblings, Jane Austen, et cetera, and so write this out of habit (which would also explain my unneccesary umlat useage in writing my signature); or I am simply a nasty person.
It is also possible that a combination of two or more of these possibilities has occured or even that there are other possibilities (though I rather doubt it, for one of my staggering intellect does not often forget possibilities in writing such a list of them). Regardless of such concerns, I thank you for your consideration and hope that you have noted my ascerbic, biting, superior, eloquent, well-worded, brilliant, genius, superb, shocking, et cetera wit.
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So I start off toward somewhere new.
And I know the beauty will come shining through
All this dark rain and unfriendly snow.
Yes, there’s always a tomorrow.
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Artist is never quite satisfied.
She never sleeps, but still she can dream.
And she can dream without sleep.
So yeah. Basically, hi, I'm still alive, just busy as hell, and you rock
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"Starting his first correspondence with ‘Well, I broke the prince’s nose and everybody hates me’ would send his mother into a crying fit. "
- Fairytale Disasters
--
So I start off toward somewhere new.
And I know the beauty will come shining through
All this dark rain and unfriendly snow.
Yes, there’s always a tomorrow.
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"Starting his first correspondence with ‘Well, I broke the prince’s nose and everybody hates me’ would send his mother into a crying fit. "
- Fairytale Disasters
--
So I start off toward somewhere new.
And I know the beauty will come shining through
All this dark rain and unfriendly snow.
Yes, there’s always a tomorrow.
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