america, you are burning. you are rotting and failing and from the inside you are burning.
are these the horsemen? the scrolls and locusts, the fire and falling stars? america, you live in a constant state of armageddon. doomsday follows doomsday follows the final judgment. who among you is truly sealed and safe?
as your tramps die in gutters and your junkies die of aids, as your countrymen suffer and beg for death - as your city your palace your kingdom breaks off and falls into the ocean, what will you sing? in acapella your anthem? a nation of patriots still refusing to jump ship? or will you reach deeper than that and find the blues, the truest songs of america. sing the blues and float away.
a kingdom drowning in blood. it is about time you paid your dues.
answer me, america. answer yourself. who among you is truly sealed and safe? the men singing the blues. a pure seal of faith. not just embracing fear but love and remorse and all the things you can find in the minor chords of a man who has struggled with every single day, but who refuses to give in to the freedom of death. there is strength for you there. rescue your blues from the fire, america. in the rhythm you will find reserve. it is your song. it is your only hope.
my america, i still worship you. i still worship your strength and your vision, but you are staring down the barrel of our apocalypse. you are staring and grinning as if you are better than this.
but who among you is truly sealed and safe?
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Quit your fucking
whinging and whining,
all this crap
about America
being broken,
What are you all?
Individuals,
with minds
of your own
or a pack of
brainwashed
colonised clones
Slaves to
an insane government
and piece of cloth,
jerking off,
to a bunch of coloured
Stars and Stripes,
with less absorbancy
than a cheap box
of cum-stained fucking
handy-wipes
Fuck patriotism
loyalty to what?
the mighty fucking dollar
you haven't even got?
Sure you'll be broken,
if you spread your legs
and give them consent,
'cause that's what they want,
to see you screwed
and emotionally spent,
in more ways
than fucking one...
Even a virgin
gets fucked and torn
sooner or later,
your options,
are really quite simple,
open your legs
and let them
take you,
screw you
and break you,
or close them,
lock your knees,
put up some resistance
and wake up from
this great American
fucking wet dream,
that you've been
dreaming
and creaming
for too long now,
lie down
surrender,
let them break you,
take you,
and die,
or maybe,
for just once
in your shallow
little lives,
you could grow up
and at least try,
to be men
who aren't afraid
to think
for yourselves
or
cry.
your writing inspires me...
I finally found you again. Hello, east coast of the fatal shore. The doomed indigenous ghost dancer back in my DNA salutes you.
Too many of my countrymen are just unconscious. That's it. Happily, p0rn-poo-Costco-Lost-drugged,unfeeling consumerist drones. And can you blame them? Who the hell wants to wake up in the middle of a lobotomy?
I'm going to go on doing what we've always done - resist. Even if it ends in a bad. We were here first and we're not all dead yet.
Yeah, Americans defend their country like abused children because to act superior or apart makes you an even worse loser and punk.
You write beautifully about some ugly things.
radio, you always floor me. whether it is through your skill as a wordsmith and storyteller on your blog (and in comments), or your grace and heart in comments (and on your blog). the thing i admire about you is that you have the ability to not only write beautifully about ugly things, but to write beautifully about beautiful things, which is something i have not yet got a handle on. i am trying to get there, though. all this doom and gloom, it's kinda undergrad.
i am glad there are people like you over there, doing what you've always done and resisting.
i think it's jamie over at theknownuniverse.net whose comment link is 'sometimes the best parts are the comments'. that applies here, error.
you got my email, so you know what i think of you and your talent. thanks for sharing it here. you've got some massive power behind your words, you know?
or rather, 'sometimes the comments are the best part'.
my bad.
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