Graffiti the World |
You know they say hell hath no fury like a woman scornedSo vengeful, and mother Earth has been done wrongAnd I think she sick, yo, she's pukin' up lavaHer nerves tremble along fault lines ready to dro...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 19:14:00 GMT |
mad rhetoric |
There's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows compacent with their disillusionme...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 06:35:00 GMT |
A Better Tomorrow |
I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid. You're afraid of us. You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. ...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:59:00 GMT |
Last Words of a Dying Man |
I was 27 years old the first time I died. I remember there was white everywhere. There was war, and I felt alive. But, really, I was dead. Sometimes I think we live through things only to be able to s...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:57:00 GMT |
Prayer of Wrath |
Now you will receive us. We do not ask for your poor or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be saught by us. With every breath we sh...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:52:00 GMT |
V |
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacan...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:06:00 GMT |
Memory Re-lapse |
Memory's unreliable. No no no, really. Memory's not perfect; it's not even that good. Ask the police. Eyewitness testimony is unreliable. Cops don't catch a killer by sitting around remembering stuff....
Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:00:00 GMT |
Lack of Realisim |
You know the problem with Hollywood? They make shit.Unbelievable, unremarkable shit. I'm not some grungy filmmaker-wannabee searching for existentialism through a haze ofbong-smoke. It's easy to pick&...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Jun 2006 09:26:00 GMT |
Choose your future. Choose life. |
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big televison, choose washing machings, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cho...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 19:36:00 GMT |
25th Hour *warning - extremely graphic* |
Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too. Monty's Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck s...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jan 2006 15:59:00 GMT |
