MERRY ANTi-VaLENTiNES DAY
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i'm not bitteR, really i'm not....no no i'm not being scarcastic....i just don't trust love all that much anymore....or to be a little more specific a certain non-definable stupid, why do fools rush in type of Love.
In fact, i spit on that type of love in all it's glory, i spit on the blindness and selfishness that sucks you into to a little world for a several life times of slavery. I spit in the general direction of casting your dreams on the backs of children, to carry the burden You did not want to act out neglecting, margalinzing and casting away into a bottomless pit of loli-pop fags (and i don't mean cigarettes folks).
I spit on the idealist broken dReam of MONEY and this contients brOKEn pursuit of happeness in the name of procrastination and wasting LiFE by living a complete LiE, with engagement rings and cotton fields trading foR spices and a nice sip of China GrEEN TEA....as the blood from the wateR where they shipped the labour froM, poisons the well and the deep where the sea divides the life from the waste.
i spit on the ideals of those who hold high the morality of which they secretly hate and are enslaved in. i spit on the people who left the ones behind to find there own way, the best that they knew how.....i spit on the people who point there finger and say 'SiNNER, YOU FUCKiNG DiCK SUCKER'. i spit on those same people who would wave their ideals and kill for them, while they would stone the same prostitute that they got some head from the night before.
i spit on all of them and i spit on myself, because we are all one in the same. We are all just a little bit to blame. The sinner points his finger and laughs,while the saint points his finger at the sinner and cries. There both stuck somewhere inbetween old and new, what happens when there fingers touch? what happens when they join? what would happen if there was a cure for this canceR? would you want to know the truth, the reaL TRUTH and nothing but the TRUTH so help you dog....well let's see cows go mooo but you squeel like a little piggy
**warning warning-please be adivsed the proceding is tangent alert-warning warning**
i'm not bitteR, really i'm not....no no i'm not being scarcastic....i just don't trust love all that much anymore....or to be a little more specific a certain non-definable stupid, why do fools rush in type of Love.
In fact, i spit on that type of love in all it's glory, i spit on the blindness and selfishness that sucks you into to a little world for a several life times of slavery. I spit in the general direction of casting your dreams on the backs of children, to carry the burden You did not want to act out neglecting, margalinzing and casting away into a bottomless pit of loli-pop fags (and i don't mean cigarettes folks).
I spit on the idealist broken dReam of MONEY and this contients brOKEn pursuit of happeness in the name of procrastination and wasting LiFE by living a complete LiE, with engagement rings and cotton fields trading foR spices and a nice sip of China GrEEN TEA....as the blood from the wateR where they shipped the labour froM, poisons the well and the deep where the sea divides the life from the waste.
i spit on the ideals of those who hold high the morality of which they secretly hate and are enslaved in. i spit on the people who left the ones behind to find there own way, the best that they knew how.....i spit on the people who point there finger and say 'SiNNER, YOU FUCKiNG DiCK SUCKER'. i spit on those same people who would wave their ideals and kill for them, while they would stone the same prostitute that they got some head from the night before.
i spit on all of them and i spit on myself, because we are all one in the same. We are all just a little bit to blame. The sinner points his finger and laughs,while the saint points his finger at the sinner and cries. There both stuck somewhere inbetween old and new, what happens when there fingers touch? what happens when they join? what would happen if there was a cure for this canceR? would you want to know the truth, the reaL TRUTH and nothing but the TRUTH so help you dog....well let's see cows go mooo but you squeel like a little piggy