This song is entirely fantastic.
Tch. Who has BELIEFS and CONVICTIONS anymore? But seriously, I wish I could rage this hard on this subject. My only problem with the 99 percent movement is the damn hippies. Everything else I faps to. But seriously, our congress is a mess. Special interest groups and misguided folks are pulling shit apart. I don’t like it. Whatever happened to useful compromise? Now we’re compromised and useless. I guess I am the 99 percent now…
I think one quick and easy solution to some of the moral problems in our banking system is to actually hold managers of banks and corporations and whatever else personally liable for the shit they’re companies do with other peoples money. If corporations are people, we should treat them as such and gank them when they fuck up and fuck us. If you were to act irresponsibly right and someone gets hurt, you’d go to court. SO SHOULD THEY.
How long have some of us been bitching about a group of people that 1. blame the government for killing job creation, 2. demand cuts in government spending and thus kill public jobs and thus raise the unemployment rate, 3. support the same companies that, in an effort to raise profits cut domestic jobs and ship them overseas and are now sitting on record stockpiles of cash.
Eh…Whatever. It’s early. I’ll revisit this later. Just know that I am very well aware of the bullshit smell and it’s fogging up my nose.
…MAAAYBE I’ll march. If I have nothing to do.
ACTUALLY, the first fusion that occurs in stars is actually Hydrogen (Atomic number 1) to Helium (Atomic number 2). Also, the human body is like 60 to 70 percent water, which is 2 parts hydrogen…whatever, I’m getting technical.
I like it when you take over saturated photos that make you appear incandescent hiding all your physical flaws so when I see you in real life I recoil in horror at what I see. The whole beauty is skin deep ting is actually a lie. It’s more like beauty is a few pixels deep. You’re not attractive. Don’t let facebook be your means to lie to people. I am shallow, but I am not stupid. Get thee gone from here.
I have words I would put to you, through you, I’d make you hate me and act like I never knew you. It’s true, too. You see, I don’t care. Stopped that a while ago and now I’m a man you could never know, so go. Blast off. I don’t wanna hear you or be near you. Used to revere you, but now? Can’t even care to jeer you. You’re a joke. Like a dope on a rope with no sign of any hope. Is this a trope? Nope. Just spiritual soap. Rather than mope I’ll just cope in my own way; not the silicone way, not the telephone way not the Styrofoam way, just the methadone way. Yes. I mean get high, but not on meth, but on fire, don’t know if you know but all my drugs are on the wire, on the web, on net, on the skype and limewire. Allah Christ, I hope you ain’t turn me to no liar [Haha.]. But you did and now when I think of you, how i used to stink of you, the indelible ink of you and what’s on the brink of true? I get sick. To the gut. If I cared, I’d call you a slut, a mutt, a hardcore pain in my butt…but I don’t. So I won’t.