"While there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal element, I am of it; and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free."
-Eugene V. Debs-
clothes, books, music, rat poison, MTV, illiteracy, Krylon, wasting days, homework, Theo Lacy, drinking & driving, eating ICY HOT, Porn N'Smut, vinyl... img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/5126/hammerfistbanner7 nl.gif"
brutality of all shapes and forms...
Shottas, City of God, Thursday, Labyrinth, Spun, The Salton Sea, Memento, Pi, Belly, Gummo, The Big Lebowski, The Usual Suspects, Requiem For A Dream, Vanilla Sky...
too much too littletoo fattoo thinor nobody.laughter ortearshatersloversstrangers with faces likethe backs ofthumb tacksarmies running throughstreets of bloodwaving winebottlesbayoneting and fuckingvirgins.an old guy in a cheap roomwith a photograph of m. monroe.there is a loneliness in this world so greatthat you can see it in the slow movement ofthe hands of a clockpeople so tiredmutilatedeither by love or no love.people just are not good to each otherone on one.the rich are not good to the richthe poor are not good to the poor.we are afraid.our educational system tells usthat we can all bebig-ass winnersit hasn't told usabout the guttersor the suicides.or the terror of one personaching in one placealoneuntouchedunspoken towatering a plant.people are not good to each other.people are not good to each other.people are not good to each other.I suppose they never will be.I don't ask them to be.but sometimes I think aboutit.the beads will swingthe clouds will cloudand the killer will behead the childlike taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.too muchtoo littletoo fattoo thinor nobodymore haters than lovers.people are not good to each other.perhaps if they wereour deaths would not be so sad.meanwhile I look at young girlsstemsflowers of chance.there must be a way.surely there must be a way that we have not yetthough of.who put this brain inside of me?it criesit demandsit says that there is a chance.it will not say"no."- Henry Chinaski
Destroyed in the hands of the deranged. Mankind's will has been imposed upon the earth as though we were alone and if our actions had no consequences. Man crushes all that bars the way on this path to annihilation. Taking for themselves while the other inhabitant's lives are given no consideration. Inherit the wasteland! Spilled oil contaminates the sea. Inherit the wasteland! Poisons fill the atmosphere. Inherit the wasteland! Toxins infect the ground. Inherit the wasteland! Deforestation scars the earth. The rainforests burn. Countless animals die. We must regain control or there will be nothing left to save. The harmony of nature, twisted into discordance. Left to die in the aftermath of their destructive sightlessness. Time is running out.