From Monument To Masses - Sharpshooter
Divided and conquered
Well rise and shine
Your orders have arrived
And while we were sleeping it off
We've been iron clad
Like the Merimac was

"It's probably the worst instant human toll of any crime, and that may be true, but there are terrorist crimes with effects a bit more drawn out that are much more extreme. Nevertheless it's a historic event 'cause there was a change. The change was the direction in which the guns were pointed. During these close to 200 years the United States expelled or mostly exterminated the indigenous populations... however many people; conquered half of Mexico, carried iout depredations all over the region, Central America, sometimes beyond; conquered Hawaii and the Philippines, killing several hundred thousand Filipinos in the process; since the Second World War it's extended its reach around the world in ways I don't have to describe. But it was always killing someone else. The fighting was somewhere else. It was others getting slaughtered, not here."
-Noam Chomsky

a jeste jednou..
POD TLAKEM

dlouhá cesta jim vtiskla do chodidel znamení jejich viny

krvácející stigmata mi připomněla rozbitá kolena

a dětskou bezstarostnost

jsou nepoučitelní

a nyní se téměř plazí a vydechují kousky popela

které se vznáší do stratosféry

oni neví, že s každým mrtvým zvířetem

je náklad těžší a těžší

s poslední obětí se jim zlomí dětská kolena

odmítnutá odpovědnost je tak zatraceně těžká

Frodus - Out-Circuit The Ending
Feels like all our days were stolen . Waiting for the bombs to start falling . Born without wings . Drawn to fight . Drawn to win . Drawn to be erased . Chainless . Undying . At least I'm not innocent . In the dust of the least design I will take to the sky . Passion replaced by strategy . Your stained glass heart yearns for it . An open door somewhere waits for me . Your arms are strong but they do not find me

http://noladiy.org/deardiary.html Dead Diary, I seem To Be Dead.. ke stazeni nahravky zdarm

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.

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?

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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