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YOU ARE THE REASON
if i look back, i am lost
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You exude yellow Ha ha ha You dug your own grave you stupid motherfucker You dug it Beetlejuice didn't You dug a grave You stupid-- You think you're evil But you're not
You never knew What it means You can't see past any wrong ideas Hahaha He he he he. You're not evil But you are Whitechapel Drink, drink! Celebrate! Dis its a hyphen! - Endowment
Ex Classmates
My ex classmates Are already dead My ex classmates Sometimes run through my head My ex classmates They're often dead For the cause For which we fought The culture of nihilism That made us willing to destroy ourselves They had the Beatles vs. the Rolling Stones You had Backstreet Boys vs. Nsync How's the weather down there? Hot enough? Your laptop and your selfies remain a memorial To a mindset of total narcissim No one can avoid the Reaper You thought life was a movie and a storybook You thought you were on a unique and noteworthy journey
Ha ha ha he he he Did your eyes finally open When they closed forever?
Jealousy/A Good Choice
I remember jealousy It used to make my stomach burn like bottom shelf liquor I tried so hard to intellectualize it away Still it kept creeping back Then the big day came and I realized my mean streak I realized a history of random violence was my heritage A lot of people believed in your shit and I can say
To this day
They can't do fuck all because of you. I dump Steel Reserve on you I dropped a backpack on his stomach to welcome him To another bright beautiful morn Why don't you tell him on your phone? Eye muscle was bright In the light, of the screen is bright I never told you this babe I was going to put a beating out on him. One hundred and fifty dollars was it. You wouldn't tell me where he lived She wouldn't And she wouldn't His sister did Months had gone by
Do you remember it was winter? Remember the ski mask that we joked about I'll help you remember something new Check it out I learned he went from Hollywood onto Elm on a bike You knew that he didn't drive though That was the funniest part Throwing all of his shit into the wet grass And you driving him home Well I found out I had one last little detail to tie up until I felt satisfied Heavy coat, mask, walking past beautiful hedges It's funny you know because When my teeth and claws were still dull I learned you could place a piece of pipe In what looked like a rolled up, rubber banded newspaper The bike goes by I stick the pipe into the spokes He flips and lands on the sidwalk under Elm I keep walking He said and did nothing Good choice
Blood males
He put a cigarette out in someone's eye Someone told me they weren't sure if he killed the man The one that approached him in the bar bathroom He choked him unconscious and left He never came home He lived with a black girlfriend above a bar downtown He was a Southern racist He stole from the pathetic savings of a piggy bank When he would come home He used to let his tenants pay their rent with sex He never cared about his children To him money was everything Possessions meant everything Work was everything He drove his wife to kill herself He wasn't like the other one He always provided the money The rest of it he could care fuck all about He threw his own kids onto the street He tried to sell one of them a house for 25% more than what he took as an offer for it He sold LSD in the early 1980s He got a pubic lice infection after a Rolling Stones concert He was dating another woman when he met my mom He did cocaine until the early 1990s He intimidated the people who crossed him He never dealt with his problems So what am I? That's the genealogy That's the family tree from which I am a falling leaf
"A comprador class is one that cooperates in turning its own country into a client state for foreign interests. A client state is one that is open to investments on terms that are decidedly favorable to the foreign investors. In a client state, corporate investors enjoy direct subsidies and land grants, access to raw materials and cheap labor, light or nonexistent taxes, few effective labor unions, no minimum wage or child labor or occupational safety laws, and no consumer or environmental protections to speak of. The protective laws that do exist go largely unenforced. ... The comprador class is well recompensed for its cooperation. Its leaders enjoy opportunities to line their pockets with the foreign aid sent by the U.S. government. Stability is assured with the establishment of security forces, armed and trained by the United States in the latest technologies of terror and repression."
Against Empire by Michael Parenti
River
I love your mind I love that you lack self-consciousness I love that this world hasn't touched you I love how you dance I love how you draw with me Above everything, there is one thing: I love you. Unconditionally. I don't say that lightly. Always. Forever. I never knew this kind of bond existed.
My friends don't add up to one hand And now they can't get off the needle again I dragged some of them to hell Trust no one Realize the life of darkness is what you chose SLUMPED OVER
AND SLIDING
DOWNWARDS
WITH SYRINGES
TRUST ME TRUST ME TRUST ME TRUST ME
For J
I hope you are sleeping sound In the bed I kept making noise in
I couldn't settle down with life I never left well enough alone I could never just exist and be at peace with life I never wanted this horror show
It's like a train ride through hell I'm so incredibly sorry
"A comprador class is one that cooperates in turning its own country into a client state for foreign interests. A client state is one that is open to investments on terms that are decidedly favorable to the foreign investors. In a client state, corporate investors enjoy direct subsidies and land grants, access to raw materials and cheap labor, light or nonexistent taxes, few effective labor unions, no minimum wage or child labor or occupational safety laws, and no consumer or environmental protections to speak of. The protective laws that do exist go largely unenforced. ... The comprador class is well recompensed for its cooperation. Its leaders enjoy opportunities to line their pockets with the foreign aid sent by the U.S. government. Stability is assured with the establishment of security forces, armed and trained by the United States in the latest technologies of terror and repression."
Against Empire by Michael Parenti
Reuters, BBC, and Bellingcat participated in covert UK Foreign Office-funded programs to "weaken Russia," leaked docs reveal - The Grayzone
New leaked documents show Reuters’ and the BBC’s involvement in covert UK FCO programs to effect “attitudinal change” and “weaken the Russia
This older piece from The Grayzone's Max Blumenthal outlines just one example of how the UK has used mainstream media outlets to discord and division in Russia, well beyond anything Russia has ever done in the West.
Part of this effort was undertaken by shadowy division of the UK Foreign and Commonwealth Development Office called Counter Disinformation & Media Development or CDMD.
The purpose of this UK Govt organization was to manipulate Russian journalists into essentially doing the propaganda work of the UK and US inside Russia and its sphere of influence using mainstream media outlets like Reuters, the BBC and Bellingcat.
For years now, we have had countless articles and news segments about supposed Russian influence campaigns to "sow disunity and discord" in the West.
But the reality, as is always the case when discussing the Western Imperialist Powers, is just the opposite, with Western nations like Germany, France and the UK undertaking massive influence campaigns in Russia along with its neighbors and allies like Belarus in 2020.
And the effects of such efforts are continued to be felt for years to come and continues to this day.
Of course this is way beyond anything Russia has done with regards to propaganda efforts in the West, despite the MSM claiming otherwise.
And none of this is anything new! These kinds of operations by the Western Imperialist Powers have been going on since before the fall of the Soviet Union.
As I've mentioned before on my blog, MASSIVE efforts were undertaken during the height of the Cold War to propagate anti-Russian and anti-Communist propaganda inside the Soviet Republics themselves, well beyond anything the Soviet Union ever even thought of attempting against the Capitalist West.
News organizations like Reuters propagandized and trained Russian and Soviet Journalists who were sent back to their home countries to manipulate the public among the Soviet Republics, sowing some of the seeds of discord that contributed to the eventual fall of the USSR.
Reuters, the BBC, and Belingcat are NOT news organizations. They are nothing more than propaganda outlets shilling for Empire, and have been for decades.
But I know how it is. Americans and Westerners generally are so manipulated by these kind of Psyops, that they've largely lost all ability to recognize propaganda or to research and think independently. I'll get countless snarky comments about OH! Red Fascism! Putin is a Nazi! Or whatever garbage these people regurgitate to get the approval of their peers. As though criticizing Western hegemony means you approve of Putin.
And ten years from now, when this proxy-war has lost favor with the propagandists and all kinds of evil shit the US, UK and its allies did is revealed in mainstream publications, then suddenly Americans and Westerners will pretend they were against the proxy war the whole time. Its Iraq all over again.
We who survived the plague We have nothing We who survived the plague We have nothing We who survived the plague We have nothing We who survived the plague We have nothing
Oh we have labored We have toiled Yes we cleared this land That we farm And now the nation Whom we've fed Looks upon us with scorn And now the forest The mighty forest Shall return to conquer
Oh we are a mirror A distant mirror When you look at us you will see All your dreams Crushed upon the sea
Oh we have labored We have toiled Webuilt our cities of stone We have died We did not fail We built our cities of stone Yes we built our prisons With their bars We built the churches and spires We built our palaces And government houses We built slums where we starve
Oh we are a mirror A distant mirror When you look at us you will see All your dreams Crushed upon the sea
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Leave the cities
Leave the city You know in your fragile minds The grandiosity of location integrates into identity Don't go to find yourself in NYC Life is a choose your own ruin pop up book the 1% wrote Don't feel you finally have a community in San Fran Do not believe you are hard in Detroit Do not believe you are in Chiraq in Chicago Do not be a bouncer or waitress in Hollywood Don't shout out Hotlanta Do not find your fortune in Dallas Do not fuck your way up the ladder in DC Don't retire to Pensacola Don't burn your cross in Birmingham Don't buy your land to fish and hunt in Duluth Do not embrace the decadence of Las Vegas Do not become a tech expert in San Jose Don't look for a cottage in Bangor. Bob Ross will show you anyway? Leave the city Leave your selfies behind Exit the Roman shell.
White people
Eurocentric, the message of a Eurobore I didn't make it that way I didn't make It found civilization
It's like eating all the apples that fall from the tree Then poisoning its roots Cursing it Goddamn them for air conditioning Goddamn them for spaceflight And Hollywood And Dollywood And Atlantic Records Goddamn them for everything that stimulated my mind It wasn't fair Diversity has nothing to do with talent
YOUR MIND DISSOLVES INTO MENTAL INERTIA
Betta
Prints
I squint in the sun I can't get my blue eyes checked I can't get my green eyes checked And in the mail is a check From the CP... A retarded head spin Pine cones are falling Szia? I set you down Minden ok! You are a baby My eyes It's too bright Sure you wouldn't do time with papa Sure you wouldn't do time with ma Sure you You listen to "Brown Eyed Girl" We are working on an art Project Sure you wouldn't do time with papa Sure you wouldn't do time with ma
But what about old Uncle D-D? Your great uncle, moonshine hills Are far away, way down South But this is going to go away Where butterflies go, for a little while Ey, ukhnyem "they say!" Smashing an oar on my Volga My Danube A river is any river is a River Grapes used to grow along this one you know that'll be important Razovyom my kudryavu. Yeshcho razik, yeshcho da raz! Ai da da da da AI dada da da Remember we always have Suffered to that song Clap your hands and sing along Something thrusts through the ground And I'm falling I realize I'm in a time track I am restimulating false memories I think I know more than I could More than anyone could Did you ever know more than you should? Ai da da da da AI dada da da Those are the sufferings of a broken ( ) Go into the arms of God There's nothing but mud down here
*pause, breath sound* "Breath is an unusually brief work. Its length can be estimated from Beckett's detailed instructions in the script to be about 35 seconds. It consists of the sound of “an instant of recorded vagitus” (a birth-cry), followed by an amplified recording of somebody slowly inhaling and exhaling accompanied by an increase and decrease in the intensity of the light. There is then a second identical cry, and the piece ends. No people are seen on stage, but Beckett states that it should be "littered with miscellaneous rubbish." He did specify however that there were to be “no verticals”, the rubbish was to be “all scattered and lying.” This is art in the dictatorship of the bourgeoisie. Completely without craftsmanship. Hype sells. It is nonsense.
