Let’s see how sad you are with…
Let’s see how sad you are with a trombone up your ass.
Let’s see how sad you are with a trombone up your ass.
“THIS IS NOT A TICKET. You must obtain a ticket before boarding. A paper ticket is not required.” Uh… ok. I’ll throw myself on the tracks.
We ran out of bums to throw out.
I’m not playing games until I have a full deck.
When under surveillance, up your game and entertain.
Tune in to the social distortion. Or flip your knob.
Releasing depth charge.
History happens faster every day.
The brief, speedy, repetitive now.
Do you realize it required a lot of disorder then to initiate the order which you now fearfully need to protect what little you have?
Wave my particle.
Socialist, they will scream. With absolute hate and ignorant arrogance.
Idealist, they will say. With a cynic’s grin.
Is this so horribly wrong? http://t.co/cLDFRCS
Repetition runs faster in ether.
Pretense to intellect, pseudo-philosophy, anti-poetry poetic, proclamations, strident politics, sex. I wouldn’t read me. So why write it.
Transcendence, my aching pants.
Let’s recap, shall we? Tunisia, Egypt, Syria, England. Young people. The future. 1 in 5 unemployed. Disgusted with government. Fin. Next?
Government doesn’t create jobs. Big businesses don’t. #teaparty
What transcendence? Describe it. Point to it.