Saturday, August 19, 2006

11 men, a horse + a letter to mr.cobain

It really is like a scene out of play from your worst nightmare….Maybe even a comic strip…who knows …our is but to do or die…Maybe there is some alien planet watching us far away…And some one decided to flip the channel to comedy farce…And everyone just flipped…Oh how we entertain…just like the ring master and his animal troupe…the dogs eat the moneys in spates of rage …and the fleas have their own little circus to…with all sorts of tricks and with their magic doctors they never catch the flu…and the bears are beaten till they beat their guitars …and oh that is music too….Oh this is so much fun…may be you should join in…and don’t forget to bring your gun…and your story….big men of the world …I will drink to that….and tell you of the savages I slayed…crouched over the cross hairs…oh such a thrill…defenceless women I could kill…..Oh what lovely machines we have built…that fly and kill….And bombs to …co-lateral damage is a thing of the past…no more gory images of wars of the past….precision target bomb…clinical efficiency…cnn we own and bbc we feed…the only things that are important happen are on mtv…watch mj n his plastic surgery the osbournes family parody….…Oh we sold them armour….the Russians had to be repelled… but they didn’t know of our nuclear grade amour piercing shells….a lesson we had to teach them….for building nukleear weapons…

Eleven men and a horse….magic tapes…and disappearing men…bombs that crawl into caves…and governments that plagiarize….networks of terror …and silent sleeper cells…mad bomber in the sky….a friend of my friend is my enemy…the infidel must die….islamist fundamentalist terrorist…time for the missiles…all to much talk. and not enough oil…the peoples plea for our help…so we bomb them…and liberate them…and they will be grateful for evermore….a new government...a friend…an enemy of my enemy….oil contracts…ford motors will grow….

Oh yeah …you think you are so great….your pain articulated…and your hair dyed…you and your punk rock life….your chains and your shredded jeans…badges of your pain….your adoring fans your trophies…your death the ultimate sacrifice…you know fuck all…mr.suffering and woe betide…mr.pain himself…let me tell u…u make me angry….very angry.. yeah you suffered..and maybe even your suffering was greater than mine…but the fairy tale is what you searched…the big castle and the swimming pool….beverly hills…you are a star now….here we are pretty peasants all lined up…here we are now…entertain us….

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