SOME EXCERPTS FROM THE GREATER RANT

NAUSEA, 2 A.M.

kill the pushers

just keep saying it

over and over

just keep doing it

feels pretty good,

right?

  

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BLACK ON BLACK (AFTER REINHARDT)

you choose the enemy and

then you choose the weapon and

we are children here

which means that all death is a game

we are starving and

we are beaten

we are the other

all ways out

have been blocked

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PYRAMID: EYE

thin crust of ice on the

dead grass in the wrong back yard

phone ringing in the wrong house

in someone else’s town

no one told you this shit would be easy

no one cares about your pain

cars on the freeway and then the

hills just beyond it and

not blindness but

dwindling shades of grey

listen

are you tired of starving yet?

is the truth still an option?

and all we get for answers

                               are lies

  

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MOTHERFUCKER

or what about these men who

suck christ’s cock

while raping teenage girls?

what about the sycophants and

parasites who choose to

give them power?

one word of truth and

the revolution begins

  

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gotta push yr god’s face

deeper into the filth of

his own blind faith

gotta make him finally

see that self-hatred

is the only true

religion

  

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standing in plain view,

disappearing

this is no great trick

we were never

more than strangers

nothing to keep us

together but this fear

of drowning alone