jesustussin
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- Oct 19, 2007
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January 09, 2008 12:15 am
They come rushing in tidal waves of static and white noise that flood ones brains like a Salisbury smoked ham, so American , so drenched in patriotism that if you point your nose just right you may catch a whiff of the horrendous stench of the think-tanks on their path to glory. The static comes into our heads and it goes out of our heads and we watch and we wait as these faces, so friendly and selectable, appear one by one , one by one, a parade of marching grievients. Obomas eyes could swallow your soul tonight. He’s starting to get warn down and its obvious. Has he made a deal with the devil? It’s hard to say who has and who hasn’t become possessed at this point. The turkey slips down my throat and Cody, that big fat horse of a whiemer lets loose another cloud of exhaust, product of the American cheese, if you will. He’s not frazzled by all this blabber on the box. Promises of a future of punctuation, perfection and , well, more bread for all us, the people.
The she devil step up now. Which caucus are we to now? How many times have they chased each others tails? Not enough, says Hillary’s sagging face. It’s waaay too late for these skeletons to be speaking to me through the air, transmitted through camera through wire through wireless network through station to station until I am instantly there, just there attending everything, kicking back with my Wild Turkey. It’s the only way to sanely get through an election year.
Hillary says there are no invisible people, “no more invisible Americans’ as she puts it on her lips, like chap to sore the balm. Wait? No that’s right. Signs that Clinton’s a tweeker? I think its quite substantial evidence. She says she will deliver bags of dope, ‘the American dream’; straight to my doorstep! She’s got my vote if she keeps up this dope talk. But then who really wants skelletor on meth as their leader? Apparently new Hampshire, she stole their hearts like a bag of Idaho potatoes. Not that her heart is as tasty as an Idaho potato mind you. I grew up pretty close to there, I should know. Don’t fucking doubt my potato knowledge. I’ve got the what for on that, and these big corporate American cheese they keep offering me just isn’t going to satisfy my hunger. I’m lusting for blood, America. Blood. Though really, it’s a great thing that a man can sit down after a long day of chasing nothing, and relax with liquid so hot it burns your eyes to drink it. I dig it. It’s amazing really. But this here, this here’s a year for change., and babe, we aint getting off this train till we’ve got all the rights wants and needs of the good ol u-s-a promise.
Thinking back on these past 8 years of drudgery, its pretty funny really. Its funny to see how much damage a monkey man can do when given a tower of power. At the start, many of us were all set to head for the hills, guns loaded. That’s how john was. He togged himself in the perfect armor of anarchy everyday. Tie up those red hi-tops, spew that truth, hand out those flyers! By god the truth will be heard! Poor fool. He could have been kicked back in the easy chair with me, puffin a spliff and crackin open another bottle of Christian brothers. And past. We lived on that shit. If TV was the drug of the nation, alcohol was its fuel. And good god were we revved up/.
Its like this see: for a certain time period, you watch you leader as they come into power, making sure their maneuvers are not entirely evil, but as time wears you begin to turn your head; you get tired of watching the puppet pull the strings, and so he decides to pull his own, an when you look back, you’re looking out the bars of a cage. Police states spring themselves quite cunningly. And by the time you have come to realize your trapped, its too late and your monkey leader is blowing shit up and stealing from your neighbors. So I take another swig of the turkey and sit back.
So the next election rolls around. ‘We’re not screwing this one up guys! Oh yeah, we’ll pick a winner now, we’ll change! He cant win again!” but…. Somehow the monkey is still there, slamming his hammer of democracy down where he will. I didn’t even watch that election. I just took 6 hits of acid and went off to laugh myself to death, knowing we were in for 4 more years of hell. HONESTLY how can we get stupider? This time Jon really DID head for the hills with a rifle. He’s was all prepared for police state riots and civilian labor strikes, all that shit. He wasn’t too far off, but in situations like these, you have to know how to keep control of your head. You have to know what’s going on. Stay alert. The only way I found to keep my head was to eat a bottle of cough syrup every day and finish it off with a fifth of brandy. Acid greatly helped clear the head whenever it came around, but it was getting scarce.
This is when the border patrol shit came to light. OH its glory! Bask in it, America! When you have armed guards and miles of desert between you and the nearest country, you have to question who is being kept where. Inside the Curtain of Cheese the media tried to keep things real smooth like, ‘stocks going up! We love our leaders! CONSUME CONSUME CONSUME!!’ and for the most part, saps bought it. So they slaved away at shit and went home to tune into the static at night, and everything was smooth.
As smooth as a baby’s ass, man. OUTSIDE the curtain of cheese however, things looked very different. Everything started to crumble, mold began to seep into the food, and an unexplainable pile of corpses began to grow larger and larger. Make no mistake, this was no mistake.
So we enter again, into the now, my sofa, the static, Cody, and obama’s face. Mark my words, its either Obama or Romney. Oh, it’s a year of change allright.
‘oh look, we’ve got choices!’ scream the crowds. The lineup: a Mormon, a black man, a woman, or a guy whose name sounds like a type of candy. Who would YOU choose? Don’t let their facades trick you though, deep down they’ve already sold themselves to 20 different funding agencies whom they must repay once in office. It seems pretty unlikely that a woman will be our leader. Or the candy guy. But really, who is it when its between a Mormon and a black man? If it’s Romney, then this may just be the beginning of the takeover. You know, prepare for Jesus’ third spaceship landing and all that. That’s what really scares me. Though Obamas obviously a muppet puppet, at least he hasn’t sold himself to eloheim.
It’s a year for change allright
-jesustussin
They come rushing in tidal waves of static and white noise that flood ones brains like a Salisbury smoked ham, so American , so drenched in patriotism that if you point your nose just right you may catch a whiff of the horrendous stench of the think-tanks on their path to glory. The static comes into our heads and it goes out of our heads and we watch and we wait as these faces, so friendly and selectable, appear one by one , one by one, a parade of marching grievients. Obomas eyes could swallow your soul tonight. He’s starting to get warn down and its obvious. Has he made a deal with the devil? It’s hard to say who has and who hasn’t become possessed at this point. The turkey slips down my throat and Cody, that big fat horse of a whiemer lets loose another cloud of exhaust, product of the American cheese, if you will. He’s not frazzled by all this blabber on the box. Promises of a future of punctuation, perfection and , well, more bread for all us, the people.
The she devil step up now. Which caucus are we to now? How many times have they chased each others tails? Not enough, says Hillary’s sagging face. It’s waaay too late for these skeletons to be speaking to me through the air, transmitted through camera through wire through wireless network through station to station until I am instantly there, just there attending everything, kicking back with my Wild Turkey. It’s the only way to sanely get through an election year.
Hillary says there are no invisible people, “no more invisible Americans’ as she puts it on her lips, like chap to sore the balm. Wait? No that’s right. Signs that Clinton’s a tweeker? I think its quite substantial evidence. She says she will deliver bags of dope, ‘the American dream’; straight to my doorstep! She’s got my vote if she keeps up this dope talk. But then who really wants skelletor on meth as their leader? Apparently new Hampshire, she stole their hearts like a bag of Idaho potatoes. Not that her heart is as tasty as an Idaho potato mind you. I grew up pretty close to there, I should know. Don’t fucking doubt my potato knowledge. I’ve got the what for on that, and these big corporate American cheese they keep offering me just isn’t going to satisfy my hunger. I’m lusting for blood, America. Blood. Though really, it’s a great thing that a man can sit down after a long day of chasing nothing, and relax with liquid so hot it burns your eyes to drink it. I dig it. It’s amazing really. But this here, this here’s a year for change., and babe, we aint getting off this train till we’ve got all the rights wants and needs of the good ol u-s-a promise.
Thinking back on these past 8 years of drudgery, its pretty funny really. Its funny to see how much damage a monkey man can do when given a tower of power. At the start, many of us were all set to head for the hills, guns loaded. That’s how john was. He togged himself in the perfect armor of anarchy everyday. Tie up those red hi-tops, spew that truth, hand out those flyers! By god the truth will be heard! Poor fool. He could have been kicked back in the easy chair with me, puffin a spliff and crackin open another bottle of Christian brothers. And past. We lived on that shit. If TV was the drug of the nation, alcohol was its fuel. And good god were we revved up/.
Its like this see: for a certain time period, you watch you leader as they come into power, making sure their maneuvers are not entirely evil, but as time wears you begin to turn your head; you get tired of watching the puppet pull the strings, and so he decides to pull his own, an when you look back, you’re looking out the bars of a cage. Police states spring themselves quite cunningly. And by the time you have come to realize your trapped, its too late and your monkey leader is blowing shit up and stealing from your neighbors. So I take another swig of the turkey and sit back.
So the next election rolls around. ‘We’re not screwing this one up guys! Oh yeah, we’ll pick a winner now, we’ll change! He cant win again!” but…. Somehow the monkey is still there, slamming his hammer of democracy down where he will. I didn’t even watch that election. I just took 6 hits of acid and went off to laugh myself to death, knowing we were in for 4 more years of hell. HONESTLY how can we get stupider? This time Jon really DID head for the hills with a rifle. He’s was all prepared for police state riots and civilian labor strikes, all that shit. He wasn’t too far off, but in situations like these, you have to know how to keep control of your head. You have to know what’s going on. Stay alert. The only way I found to keep my head was to eat a bottle of cough syrup every day and finish it off with a fifth of brandy. Acid greatly helped clear the head whenever it came around, but it was getting scarce.
This is when the border patrol shit came to light. OH its glory! Bask in it, America! When you have armed guards and miles of desert between you and the nearest country, you have to question who is being kept where. Inside the Curtain of Cheese the media tried to keep things real smooth like, ‘stocks going up! We love our leaders! CONSUME CONSUME CONSUME!!’ and for the most part, saps bought it. So they slaved away at shit and went home to tune into the static at night, and everything was smooth.
As smooth as a baby’s ass, man. OUTSIDE the curtain of cheese however, things looked very different. Everything started to crumble, mold began to seep into the food, and an unexplainable pile of corpses began to grow larger and larger. Make no mistake, this was no mistake.
So we enter again, into the now, my sofa, the static, Cody, and obama’s face. Mark my words, its either Obama or Romney. Oh, it’s a year of change allright.
‘oh look, we’ve got choices!’ scream the crowds. The lineup: a Mormon, a black man, a woman, or a guy whose name sounds like a type of candy. Who would YOU choose? Don’t let their facades trick you though, deep down they’ve already sold themselves to 20 different funding agencies whom they must repay once in office. It seems pretty unlikely that a woman will be our leader. Or the candy guy. But really, who is it when its between a Mormon and a black man? If it’s Romney, then this may just be the beginning of the takeover. You know, prepare for Jesus’ third spaceship landing and all that. That’s what really scares me. Though Obamas obviously a muppet puppet, at least he hasn’t sold himself to eloheim.
It’s a year for change allright
-jesustussin
. In the future get an article online or just reply to one already posted. peace
