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......................................................................... I live in hope that this war will soon end, that soon we may have true leadership that we the people of this great nation can believe in and be proud of. That the people of this world can one day put aside our differences and live in peace. Everyone except for Sean Hannity, screw him.

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......................................................................... Television all hail grand pixelated god of fantasy murder scape and perspective fuck a sore channel changed digit I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan with a stable diet of my cable pirate yo the doctor is in the doctor is on born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home lead a blue screen bruised dream canope victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team ooh I love all advertisements though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad please take me please calm me please make me a zombie please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit now twenty first century plagued dispersed to wide eyed glamour addict patients telecast patrons blue be the propaganda banners well sure I'll be a Marine with a clean sword and blue uniform it only takes a dollar and a dream and I abide great idiot box power supply fuzz vapor black out of New York hey honey get the generator I'm in a gloom doom generation pacin' ancient electric secret never sleep in to miss the AM oasis my name is a wired heart sloppy obligation turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal and loving every minute of the gimmick change the channel plug it in turn it on prop me up against the couch lights out I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house satellite dish get up on my wish list turn me to a tyrant let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance plug it in turn it on be my mother when she's gone great wipe the spittle off my chinny chin during the breaks if I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind and that's fine and that's fine... Mmmm make me a star I wanna touch gold hold me suspended in a dream mearly inches from the screen deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster crucify my little futures to the monitor damn it feels good turn on tune in zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function but the children seem to love it yes smother me in wild discovery and herd the static flock to where I sleep by the glow of that magic box speaker stereo mastered often kid the freak seekers eyes spiraling tangled in the star spangled wiring I can turn from toxicated visuals and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty fuck the fortress riddle me with glee hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head I'll be dead by morning anyway color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets to feel the magnetic seal picket censorship I want commercials twentyfour seven I wanna shop from my bed and set an example for all my overworked underpaid brethren I bond with a sick striken correspondant to lurk in circuitry circuts with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts channel zero addict immaculate it goes big screen little screen any screen will do just let me hold the controller and I won't have to murder you plug it in turn it on let my little eyes glaze twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze I wanna see the five day forecast fourteen days in advance so I can give my two weeks notice every time the sundance plug it in turn it on silent pics better than nothing let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist the viciousness ridiculous peaking a dummy's interest touch the power button meet your maker ain't that something plug it in turn it on say goodbye to Sunday afternoon fix the antenna sit back and let disasters plume it's a beautiful sight with a most ugly intention but I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences plug it in turn it on never once have you talked back to me your majesty I love you I despise you my everyday is sitcom soaps news bad dramatization come along with me my friend for the most glorious sensation. ~Aesop Rock

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......................................................................... Too many puppies are being shot in the dark Too many puppies are trained not to bark At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that We may maintain our oil fields Too many puppies Too many puppies are taught to heal Too many puppies are trained to kill On the command of men wearing money belts that buy mistresses sleek animal pelts. Too many puppies Too many puppies with guns in their hands Too many puppies in foreign lands Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and placed upon the war machine Too many puppies are just like me Too many puppies are afraid to see The visions of the past brought to life again Too many puppies too many dead men ~Les Claypool

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......................................................................... www.infowars.com www.ronpaulexplore.com www.ronpaul2008.com www.house.gov/paul www.prisionplanet.com www.falseflagnews.com www.waynemadsenreport.com www.mindkiller.org/mkultra.html