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    VRBIKNOT THAT BRAVO FUCK
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    Dear Diary, I seem To Be Dead - 04.08.03 (ten) :
    When I closed my eyes.

    I could barely see the light.

    I felt out to the edge of the track.

    First off, to the left.

    Then to the right.

    Why take a chance?

    Why risk surviving this crash?

    I could feel it in my feet.

    Then in the knees.

    Then in the stomach.

    I think I hear--screeching and blowing.

    My eyes fail--screeching and blowing. And force themselves open--screeching and blowing.

    Why take a chance?

    Why risk surviving this crash?

    I think the engine said, I think the engine said.

    I think I made that up.

    I think I made that up.

    We are animals, driven by desires.

    We are consumed, buying their picture of happiness.

    We deal in lives, trading people like things.

    We are machines, turning emotions off and on like a switch.

    And when I close my eyes, I can barely see the light.

    Feel out into darkness: nothing--nothing.

    There is no one to catch me: just me--just me.

    And somehow this feels right.

    This is a break from relentless give and take.

    This is a break, a chance to move on. This is a time of silence, of silence and peace.

    Alone inside my head.

    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    Four hundred years - New Imperialism
    what we've built
    on the backs of every culture
    in our path
    it's just started
    welcome to
    the United States
    of the world
    who's our god?
    it's the dollar
    can you see the colors bleed to one?
    you think we'd get enough, but we never do
    satisfy our thirst
    what we call 'free trade' is enslavement for the poor
    no free rides
    on this train
    they'll all play by our rules
    just to compete
    your resources
    your child labor
    thanks for playing
    it's all ours
    for the dollar

    will we let them pull the wool over our eyes
    like the last time?
    will we let them tell us everything is fine
    like the last time?
    will we let them paint our lives in red, white, and blue?
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    Grade - Such is a progress
    we are living in a world of unconsciousness and in this world we are devoid of all sensibility, a gross self interest of undefined proportions, education eliminates itself diluting the path which leads beyond the curriculum of uniformity and the actuality of thinking, expanding, defying and redefining. a nd propose that we depart from the duties that we have been conditioned to serve, a civil disobedience of sorts in order to reroute the political authorities which control the execution of law and order that service the few. i defy what capitalism has become and i defy what it has done to me. and living in this world the solutions that are so desperately needed are provided yet ignored. an intellectual insurgence awaits as we educate each other and learn from those who have gone beyond the perimeters of mindlessness. ... and such is progress.

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