trucker_fiction

UPDATE: ok, my sister is now on here... she's biomechmonster so you better stop off and leave something... just so long as it's not a burning bag of dog shit on her front doorstep... please, people, that's just immature. uhmmm if you don't stop by, an angry russian will step all over your neighbor's flowers, so do it already!!


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the dead flag blues



the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn

we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death

the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair

the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze

i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful --
these are truly the last days"

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever

we woke up one morning and fell a little further down --
for sure it's the valley of death

i open up my wallet and it's full of blood

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what a fun day... I love walking through the rubble of old soviet factories lookin for bad guys... we're goin back in a few weeks, and there's some badass photo ops there... fuckin dumbass me forgot my camera today, but i know exactly the photos that need to be taken when i return. abandoned equipment and war damage is always so photogenic, don't you think?