Wednesday, September 10, 2008

He not busy being born, is busy dying.

I turn on the news, I see waterfalls of pity roaring down stepped stones of whining faggot hippies. Don't like the way the world is? Do something about it.

And no, I don't mean stand around the church of scientology with pickets. Real anonymous, fags. bet they'll never figure out who did that one.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark in my ears as the cynical elitists complain about how the world is ultimately futile and what you do has no real bearing on the future, because the pharmaceutical giant will hire a dozen lawyers and counter-sue your crotch off, or the politician will bribe the media into silence.

Advertising signs con you into thinking you're the one. Here's the clue - Life is still going on, and everybody else is reading those same signs.

Alone you stand, with nobody near. Within touching distance a billion others do the same. Alone in the crowd. It is not he or she or them or it that you belong to - It is the Istigkeit.

The masters make the rules for both the wise man and fool alike, crushing hope and giving children nothing to look up to but news reports punctuated by automatic gunfire.

Those who despise their jobs peak jealously of those without such hamperings, whilst the free and transient long for direction. Outsiders are free to criticise, insiders grumble into their wallets as they dig for mastercards.

The solution is unity. One global, raised fist, banded against the largest foe we spy upon the horizon - Whomever they may be, from church to politician to children's television program.

This is not to say we want an uprising. Rather, this is to say we want a mildly-slanted rising. A quiet riot. Money doesn't talk, it swears, so whisper to each other under the cacophany. Plot and plan. One man leaves the lights on when he leaves the office so his comrades can later enter and have an easier job procuring the documents required to prove the guilt of his company. The man can claim it as an honest mistake - Because really, who would consider a desk lamp a security risk?

if my thought dreams could be seen, then I'd be on the next C130 to gitmo. So read them and remember them. Ponder them and think about them.

Raise the fist, but raise it in the dark. Never let your foes see the whites of your eyes.

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