Ignorance is blissful slumber. Thank God I’m awake.
no longer will I buy
into the fabrication,
they’re sellin’ to this nation
why must we consume the status quo
as if it’s sustenance
buy and sell us like cattle
to try to rewind the present tense
land of the free
the home of the greed
watch us bleed
from their ivory towers
all we’ve ever seen is pain
blood, sweat and tears
leave a stain
still we remain
refusing the medicine
my brethren betrayed
by the leaders who think they
are better than the rest of us
constantly messin’ with us
never fails, and never ends
if it were up to them
we would never win…
read between the lines
for in the answer, the question begins
Shoulda never showed me how to make GIFs with my iPhone.
Doctor said I have a bruise on one of my vocal cords, so I’m forbidden from eating anything fried, fatty or spicy for a month.
Someone chose today to walk past my cubicle with fried chicken, leaving the scent to linger for several minutes.
My inner fat kid weeps. Thanks, jerk.
“A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians.”
— Frank Zappa (via apoplecticskeptic)
I dig… even if his wife Gail told me back in 2008 (in much harsher terms) to go fornicate with myself… o_O