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Monday, November 29, 2010

leaflet shower

zombie nights incorporating coffee and righteous acclimations of process mostly
thought less,in a sense,its a long line of circumvented anger,danger
missplaced trust and wages..a strange way to ring in a new year,
decades later.
trains colliding on tracks,as their stranglehold on debt is essentially maxxed out
visa,american express...foot in mouth.
generational debt for the new consumers.babies are these companies futures.
old lies,even older rumors. Im suprised our leaders arent building mosoleiums filled with gold and toilet paper,
an old school thought process to take their wealth to an after life game show..or this is the thought.. at least until us grave robbers show. decked out in goon attire with hand cannons the size of pluto.
bullets made to decimate a human skull.

no more will I stand,and adequate the rate of pay to my wages.Ive been all about starting a revolution since my first day.out of the womb,covered in fire and charchoal,holding a sign that says imperialisim must drown,or the elites children will end up like lindenbergs son. shit,im vicious,ill admit probally not the ideal poster boy for a counter culture insurgance,but then again werent all revoultionaries criminals? Spend some days in jails,learning and studying the traits of the so called underbelly. They are just like you and I,possibly with a stronger taste for unlike you,they arent afraid of dying. One of the best friends ive ever had in my life was Victor Castro aka "Green Eyes",we spent nights in our jail cell,telling stories devoid of lies,devising plans to hit the inside;the heart and hope of this nation lies in MY generation,in our collective mind. Kids with no paitence,raceless faces,only brains,spines and heart stems inside of us.
Gems of denial,
tired of the boomers buying in. Hippie is just another word for failure,another concentrated effort to do nothing but hang out,and while thats all fine and dandy,it set up greed,consumerisim,and meandering;no child searching for a truth,only for the best way to look. As my brother said it so elgantly "women are intrested in your cell phone,cars and tvs.So get the Iphone like me.Thatll probally get you some pussy." IN response,I sold my possesions,each and every single one of them..except for some clothes and literature I find extremly influentual. To live as a nomad,couch to couch,getting as much brain as a young man should..while drawing up posters and constructing words in prose and poems,collecting knowledge from the youth I call bro's. And all in all,as the world turns, the voices of oppisiton start to explode from the mouths of babes,which if you are a true christan,you'd know to listen to your youth. Young minds have no conception of distorted truth.

Though I lament,and will be the first to admit,that I am of a growing minority.America is a fraternal sorority filled with the bitching spoiled and their rotting the brains of my friends. Seventy hour work weeks,12 hours a day on your feet,and their getting fucked like their great grand parents did,except for that one uncle and that one aunt.Great depression 2.0. I am in the trenches of poverty fighting side by side with annonymys,name less,pissed off kids,who are more afraid to talk than I am. Jumping boxcars from city to city,living as dirty and calm as need be,this is where future children will find their heros. This is what we,as world citizens need: education and the absense of greed.


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