|death is the new black
||[Dec. 13th, 2006|02:08 am]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
while some psychotic fuckwit offs nice girls gone 'wrong' in a sleepy english town,
twisted religious fuckwits rape nice girls on the other side of the world...
and geeky teenagers who worship the same god as their victims
explode themselves amidst the poor.
our celebrity politicians hum and hah dressing their christmas tress
not wanting to damage the shatterable, shortterm economy,
and their voting base
and not really want to manage
warriors who want to free the world
by blowing it to pieces.
it makes you want to slit your wrists in empathy.
it makes you want to drink yourself to death in protest,
because monkeys are our slaves today,
and we are doing it for the most wonderful of reasons,
for we will find a cure...
in my dream
i was visited by two angels:
grace and empathy.
i imagine another visit from them.