i've got five on it.

"when will 'my country' die for me?"
no one has ever died for me.
no soldiers.
"when will 'my country' die for me?"
no one has ever died.
no saviors.

i don't give a shit,
my home is where i am,
you can take your worthless papers and set them on fire.
i don't fucking care
just who you think you are,
we have never met and,
i am. i am god, i am thee.

we found a witch, may we burn her? 6.66

your a patriot. your a sucker. you're a god fearing motherfucker. nine to five. strong on your side. cashing 'hella checks' keeps you feeling alive. who draws these shifting lines we are sold to bow down to? you're secure in your numbers. we're secure in your clock. rejoice, oh rejoice in our heresy. so praise your god part the sea. look the other way while you pray for me. do you think god can smell the cigarettes as he slowly kissing my neck? in this crusade we will die too. eat skin and piss with all parts in between. collect in excess the things that we need. no mater how much we know. no mater how much we know. ah shit, it doesnt matter. it'll never matter. i cannot understand how you cant see through this. i cannot understand. i'll never understand. no time. no option. no escape form your war. we are debts on your fathers. with our faces on the floor. in this fleeting present. i can see through this. uniforms, a disguise. fuck your flag. it's what were told. it's what we know. it's what we believe so. praise your gods and part the sea. i'll tell you what dont even pray for me. eat skin and piss and all parts in between. success, success is everything. in this crusade we will die too. rejoice oh rejoice in our heresy. oh well. oh well.

guerre, it's всюду

how can war be an option?
how can you sign up to kill?
who draws these shifting lines
we are sold to bow down to?
you're secure in your numbers.
we're secure in your clock.
maybe this is hell?
maybe god did exist?
if he ones was here
his presents will be missed.
but i could only wish for hell.
this is the cast i was born into.
ah shit.
no time.
no option.
no escape form your war.
we are debts on your fathers
with our faces on the floor.
in this fleeting present
i can see through their lies.
uniforms,
a disguise.
fuck your flag
and and everything that you know.
you resort to violence.
why is violence ever in need?
it's what were told.
it's what we know.
it's what we believe.
i don't know what to do.
i hate everything.
and i just don't get its;
it's so fucking easy to see though.
shit.

being all you can be?

There is no peace in war,
nor is it a logical means.
It is interests and profits
that you sign up to kill and die for.

asshole

haha god bless these two pageant winners

smoking kills bald eagles.

smoking is one of my favorite things to do. i fully understand the risks and have seen them first hand as well as anyone. still i enjoy smoking and although i think im gonna quit because they are getting so fucking expensive because our government sees it as an expendable industry i have no qualms whatsoever with smoking. what i do have a problem with is our country and they way people in positions of power over us pick and choose things they condemn. yes cigarettes are not good for you but why the attack on them? three times a day every day people are being pumped full of growth hormones and pesticides in food. where the fuck is the warning on food? why isnt there a surgeon general warning on every bucket of the kfc chicken warning pre adolescent girls they may grow breast years before their bodies intend to because of the growth hormones in their food. how about istead of or in addition to ad campaigns that talk about all the chemicals in cigarettes someone talks about the chemicals in the coloring in coca cola that is petroleum based? or shit why isnt there a carbon monoxide warning on cars like cigarettes? some boxes of cigarettes warn pregnant women that smoking can cause birth defects.. so does the shit in food! all im saying is its fucking bullshit.

i want to be home.

i am a number with a dollar value attached to it 43.4 hours of the week. fuck i hate this shit.

reflection.

we have one real choice. we choose to live or die. so often we feel pressures of 'life'. what will you do? who will you be? what have you done today? grown men and women live in fear of what they will make of themselves. we cry in fear wishing only children would be our judges. we work our whole lives for numbers.. numbers that have no meaning. weight and money are numbers in an account or on a scale, that is all. numbers have no meaning. we base our lives on these numerical values and not values of the soul. numbers are a waste of thought when everything can be boiled down to one question. we choose life as we are breathing and reading. we ought not be distracted or discouraged by shit that we put in our way. feelings are all that is real. feelings, whether by fear, love, or drugs are what our reality is made up of. we waste our lives with time, distance, numbers, and judges. life is what we feel. we are nothing more than our thoughts and feelings. living for those is just.

'our state'

it doesnt matter whos in office.. if its bush, obama, or jesus fucking christ. we live in a police state and that will not change.