FUCK HOBBY LOBBY! FUCK THE SUPREME COURT! THE SYSTEM IS BROKEN #YESALLWOMEN

I AM SO FURIOUS ABOUT THE HOBBY LOBBY VERDICT I CAN’T EVEN SEE STRAIGHT! HERE IS ALL THE REASONS WHY THIS VERDICT IS BULLSHIT! 1. NO ONES RELIGIOUS FREEDOM WAS OPPRESSED. THE ONLY THING THAT IS NOW OPPRESSED IS A WOMEN’S RIGHT TO CHOOSE! 2. MOST WOMEN WHO USE BIRTH CONTROL USE IT FOR MEDICALContinue reading “FUCK HOBBY LOBBY! FUCK THE SUPREME COURT! THE SYSTEM IS BROKEN #YESALLWOMEN”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Before you begin reading please be warned that I have a terrible habit of going off on weird and off topic tangents, and I smoke pot nonstop.  That’s basically all this story is.  Also, for reasons I cannot explain, you must never know my name. It happened in Humboldt County, California.  In theContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 1”

The Hours are Foul

The hours are foul. The sun sets. I must be gone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid thee adieu, and move on to the night anew.   7/27/10

Be foul, but look you a friendly face

Merry it is that you look on this day with holy woe. It was this cracked surface. This blocked tomb that the events did carry on. Be foul, but look you a friendly face To hide your wounded fear. Pitch your bio forth, to a kind and open ear. 7/28/10

This Charge

This Charge, This mockery of peace and justice. Why these chains? Why these cells? Why these wardens? Why these overseers? Is the human soul not an inherent figure fixed of man? This is nothing that hasn’t been said before. If the day of judgement is true, Fear not for the victim’s but the evil’s souls.Continue reading “This Charge”

Die Not for No Country, or No Man

Fetch the strong armor, Prepare, prepare for anything. Stock pile your Beecher’s Bibles and Fill the shed wit food. Stand and deliver look at the whites of his eyes as bayonet enters his liver. This is no time to cringe. God is on our side and god is with you. You are the heroes YouContinue reading “Die Not for No Country, or No Man”

Forgotten, or Ignored?

Draconian Fuckups have no place in a “small government” “big fascist” society. Those who bare no burden have no pain. And therefore nothing to gain. Pain is profit, profit is gain To gain one must lost and so on. There is no longer a point in rambling about teachings long forgotten. But Are they forgottenContinue reading “Forgotten, or Ignored?”

My Pen

Come now my pen! My pen, you shall be my valiant sword you shall be my chivalrous oath. Oh sweet pen, speak out upon my rage, my fear, my love, my desire. Run my pen along this dead page. Be the source my pay, my life my peace. Tell the tale I cannot my pen.Continue reading “My Pen”

Rhetorical Questions

Do we call to arms our great minds for the sake of their minds? Do we not sit upon thrones made of African machine guns? Are these thrones not sitting in the Louvre or the British Museum? Does vanity become a bi product of consciousness, or consciousness a bi product of vanity? Are we slavesContinue reading “Rhetorical Questions”

The Rival of Gloucester

I cannot predict What will happen to the save haven. A few good men defend the rival of Gloucester. But many fail and revel in the tower. It was the fate of poor and rich, the princes and thieves, political murder the culprit indeed.

The Hall of Mirrors – Versailles

A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO THE BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO KING LOUIS! DEATH TO HIS QUEEN! Look at these Gallant Halls, These gold suns These marks of stolen luxury. A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE!

Cry Lies on this Wicked Charge

What sits in this place but a lone wandering eye? Is it forlorn from the gold calling pipes that rest with Danny Boy. What sits here but a wilting rose and purple lily and lotus? Do call on the nerves to stand upon this wicked Bosworth and be still with courage and honor. Put yourContinue reading “Cry Lies on this Wicked Charge”

Foul Foul Fear

Foul, Foul Fear Upon this matter of unsightful sigh. I do not fear constraint, I do not fear haste Yet upon this tagged bench bearing the burdens of the burdened and burdeners. Bare haste upon this hour, for Caesar is dead, Buddha is Jesus, Jesus is Shiva, You are God, and I am to. AContinue reading “Foul Foul Fear”