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15.8.07

the only time i have ever been political and meant it.

so i have been thinking alot about the world. for once, i managed to get outside the circle of my own head.
and i have been thinkin we have really fucked our planet. we've really done a number on it. we are never going to save it's bacon, we're going to slaughter it, in a halal kosher motherfucking organic way, splash it's blood all over the walls and cook its bacon to a crisp.
hondouras, bangladesh, asiatic, turkey, britain - the world is trying to eat us all with all it can, the earth, the water, the sky.
america, iraq, bosnia, sri lanka, gaza - you are eating yourselves for fucks sake you fucking idiots. i watched the tv and for the first time felt the pain felt the reality of those scorched children, innocently smooth skins, newly textured with the artex of burnt legs the dark blood staining gurneys and smashed heads and crying mothers i mean they have to heal they have to fucking recooperate and scar. you fucking idiots.
when we look back on WW1 and 2 we think, christ, brutal bastards killing those innocents, christ look at the damage they did to london with bombs abd bullets isnt it so crude and unenlightened i mean wasnt it just terrible.
you are still doing it you fucking idiots you are still killing people for not even any reason.

so everything i think has reached boiling point. everyone is going mad. i hear on the radio kids are torturing and killing men with downs, people are raping babies, blueberry is the new pomegranate, youre drinking diet drinks and your teeth will STILL fall out, people dont recycle, people do. we are all crazy.



you know why i think it is? you know how animals, they run they fall a-fucking-part when something is wrong. they know. instinct. this is what humans are doing on a cripplingly inaffective level. we're all going mad because the world's going to end and yknow what?
yellowstone park will blow its stagnant top and kill us all. and maybe, just maybe it will be so exciting we'll all top watching our tvs and cry "BIG BROTHER IS SO SHIT!"

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