Balls to your television
Your front pages
Your talk radio
Balls to your stories
What she did
What he said
Balls to your causes
Saving humans
Saving puppies
Balls to your fears
Of brown skin
And subjugation
Balls to your justice
Your straightfaced
Hollow righteousness
Balls to your movies
Your tried heroes
Your tired villains
Balls to your pride
In your family
In your land
Balls to your hobbies
Your card games
Your lawncare
Balls to your cuisine
You eat like
Fucking insects
Balls to your fashion
Your houses and
Their rack brands
Balls to your sex
Your cartoon lust
Your porcine fuckness
Balls to your "music"
For want of
A better word
Balls to your cars
With your payments
And your insurance
Balls to your facebook
Your myspace
Your friendster
Balls to your bookclub
Your heartrending
Tell-all nothings
Balls to Oprah
to Stern
and to Murdoch
Balls to paid vacation
Benefits
and 401 Ks
Balls to every police
Every C.O.
and every sheriff
Balls to every creep
Every thug
and every predator
Balls to the lot of you
and Balls to each of you.
Just ... effing ... Balls!
Ceux qui ont apparié notre vie à un songe ont eu de la raison...Nous veillons dormants et veillants dormons. -Montaigne
Intro
O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays
Their last upon mine anguish gaze!
Beside this desk, at dead of night,
Oft have I watched to hail thy light:
Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,
With soothing power, thy radiance stole!
In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,
Freely, some mountain height sublime,
Round mountain caves with spirits ride,
In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,
And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew
My spirit, in thy healing dew!
Goethe: Faust I.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
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