So I’m in the hospital because I’m bad with pills. I don’t really know how to measure my worth in the pill respect, but the attempt didn’t work, so I’m here. I hate society. It sucks. I think I just want to be a bum and travel. Anyone want to host me for a night?
I wish things would have gone differently, but life has been too scarring for me. I’ve seen so many dark things all around me. Sleights that would have been ok had they not been so many. My entire life has been incongruent. My thoughts are on this blog. This is my story. I want to go home.
Racism is real. Deal with it.
You have to be willing to say the uncomfortable things to make a difference.
There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious—makes you so sick at heart—that you can’t take part. You can’t even passively take part. And you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all.
This interview shows Dr. King after having taken a stand against the Vietnam War. He stands on his principles. I stand on my principles. This country is better off without the fear bacchanalia and militarization parade that we see whenever we decide to be different. If you’re black or trans or whatever. There’s a nigger left to stomp out. I stand 100% with black people for what they are going through. For the lies that they grow up with like “we fixed racism.” We didn’t fix anything. We just swept the problems under the rug into nice new prisons. We have our final solution. It’s here. Today.
Anonymous said: You are a small person and I feel sorry for you. Go educate yourself and try to muster up some empathy from your ever dwindling humanity
Do you mourn Katrina? Do you mourn World War 2? Do you mourn the Tsunamis? Death happens all around us. It’s not celebration of death that makes life important. It’s the celebration of life and living now that makes us vital. I have friends that are in jail for life because of the drug war, but I don’t get a day to mourn them.
It’s time to move on from the constant state of fear. Why do we have warrior cops in the streets? Because we glorify fear. We all assume that there is a terrible bogeyman out there, but in reality everything is so calm and boring. We’re afraid of our own shadows these days. It’s 1955 all over again. People forgot what it was like back then. I know my history. People hated the 50’s. Yeah everything was “safe” but everything was boring. It was all fear all the time.
Death is not scary. Death makes life livable. Without death, life would not make sense. So we shouldn’t be afraid of death. We should just say “Meh… I can handle you death”
Where the Saturdays are Saturn’s rays
posted angels come to greet me
but in choir laden exclamation
all I see berates me
When the Sundays come the son will hum
some lackadaisical libretto
speaking sooths to they
who humbly pray
Why the Mondays twirl I’m vexed at
all the pomp of business wretched
let the guards of fate be hatched at
I’ve a plan that makes them all splat
How the Tuesdays were so even
when they left me all alone
records came and left a reason
for the artist to intone
What the Wednesdays ably altered
could be fixed with daily glue
Maybe weddings on the next day
are the reasons through and through
Who the Thursdays thought was pretty
was just pomp and circumstance
it’s a subtle realization
that this day is just a tramp
Fridays are the deadliest
for they are lacking words
of questions who what when where why
And how I’ve made my penitence.
We all cry and moan over 9/11 but we just ignore Katrina which killed possibly more people. Now I just got a hate mail saying I was a small person with no empathy. Look, emotions are expensive. You can’t mourn all the time without paying for it. And we pay for it with liberties. Remember when the internet wasn’t monitored? Don’t fool yourself into thinking that they’re not reading your posts. Some fucker in DC is laughing and eating popcorn to your most private thoughts.
It’s going to get worse. It’s going to get a lot worse.
Who’s ready to take the streets with me. Fuck the republicans. They’re all a bunch of fucking liars. This country would be better off with them in jail. Let the drug addicts out of prison to run the country. At least they understand math. Have you ever watched a junkie calculate how much smack to use to not get sick while bent over a toilet? Fucking Einstein in a can I tell you.
Bring the masters to me. Lock me up. I will be the martyr you need.
Stop watching My Little Pony for a second and realize that you’re all acting like scared children. This country is in the crapper. We’re all broke, and the people preaching about “just calm down” are the people who have money. You don’t have money. To quote the prophet George Carlin “you have owners.” They control you. If you want to know how to fix this country ask me. I can do it. It’s not hard math. You just have to look the scary monster in the face and then piss on his feet laughing. Fuck monsters! We are human. We rule this planet. We have to do the right thing and kick the usurpers off of their illegitimate thrones. The only people not getting screwed right now are the rich. The animals are dying. Nature is getting trampled. The poor are getting locked up and silenced.
War is over if you want it. You just have to take off the chains, turn around to the jailers, and scream! Scream with the inner serpent inside of you. Yell with the power of the eagle. Rage with the power of the bear. Defy. Defy. Defy.