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- | There Ain't No Justice |
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- | #27 |
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- - Going Crazy in the Suburbs: 03 -
- <] Broken [>
- by Hairy Leech
-
- --- saturday night ---
-
- it all makes me want to fucking vomit. i'm sure i've offended someone
- already with the word "fuck." well, fuck you. i'll say what i damn well
- please. and you can go eat shit if you don't like it. this is my mind, this
- is my mouth, these are my opinions. i'll be damned if i can't say what i
- like when i like.
-
- you're dead already if you don't. if you constantly have to watch your
- tounge, hold your thoughts, you're dead already. you're a waste of air.
- you've already become part of the problem.
-
- stop.
- listen.
- think.
- act.
- voice your opinions.
- make your own decisions.
- stop being one of the numbers.
- be a person.
-
- people think i'm crazy. people think i'm "alternative." people think i'm
- normal. people think i'm a genious. people think i'm nothing. i don't know
- what i am, and i don't care. i'm here, this is now, i'm not going to
- question it. i live to change tomorrow. i exist to better the world, if
- possible. when i start questioning myself, when i start doubting what i'm
- doing here, then i'll be as good as finished.
-
- examine your life. you have no purpose other than what mom & dad & the
- guidance councelor & the media tells you. what do you want to do? do you
- know? where do you want to go? what do you want out of life? what do you
- want to focus your life on?
-
- suicide is like cleaning the clutter off your desk. it's sitting there,
- it's not doing anything. no purpose for it. no reason to have it around.
- so, get rid of it.
-
- suicide is the clutter throwing itself away.
-
- i've looked at myself, and i've found i have no goal. nothing to work
- towards. nothing to set my sights on. nothing. nothing here for me. nothing
- i want. nothing i need. nothing i want to do. so i thought, "what good am
- i?" and i thought about it. and i was no good. i was nothing. i was a
- speck, a piece of shit. and i thought about ending it. thought about
- uncluttering the world's desk. and then, then in the blur, i found
- something to work for.
-
- enlightenment.
-
- so now, now i exist to awaken people. what's my motto? what have i said
- thousands of times? "think!"
-
- "some of us wake up, others roll over.. but not i." - public image limited
-
- we are cattle. it's so plain, so open. no one's hiding it. it's just that
- no one ever goes and looks. and the ones who do, the ones who do stop and
- think about it, the ones who see how much like live-stock we really are,
- well. they're all crazy anyhow. they don't know what they're talking about.
- lock them up. the rubber-room for them. damned crazy people. always have to
- come and ruin my day. always spouting nonsense that i never even stop to
- think about. what do they know? they're crazy. better to lock them up, it's
- for their own good.
-
- fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
-
- it's not in a bottle. it's not in a needle. you don't smoke it. you don't
- eat it. you don't inject it. you don't sniff it, you don't snort it. it's
- all up there.. it's all floating around in your head.
-
- i close my eyes and all i see is black. black world, black future.
-
- i don't dream anymore. black. all gone black.
-
- there's this black and white movie running through my brain, i see it over
- and over, it's always the same. like old war movies, blood & guts &
- explosions & killings & bombed out buildings & nuclear bomb tests & fires..
- lots of fires.. and people, people small, frail, no food to eat, sunken
- faces, dirty. "people runnin' down the road, skin on fire.." no sound. just
- a grinding noise, grinding, grinding.. and a hiss.
-
- saw a program on the "discovery" channel last night at 1am. it was about
- the nuclear arms race, how it started, all that good stuff. lots of
- thrilling details about how neutron bombs cook living cells, nice footage
- of people with radiation sickness, facts on how such-n-such bomb made a
- crater approximately 5000 feet deep..
-
- saw a program right after that called "fire power." fuel for the nra gun
- nuts. it was all about how the u.s. navy destroyers can blow the living
- shit out of things 5 miles away that they can't even see. how they can
- launch nuclear missiles and have them strike anywhere in the world and be
- within 50 feet of accurate.
-
- we worship destruction.
- we practice killing.
- we thrive on pain.
- we celebrate death.
-
- peace.. peace comes when you are dead. no more fighting. no more struggles.
- just black. just nothing.
-
- "our enemies will make nerve gas. so will we.
- they squander their wealth on armaments. so will we.
- they spy on their own citizens. so will we.
- they prevent their people from knowing what they do. so will we.
- we will not let our enemies impose their evil ways on us.
- we'll do it for them."
-
- the arms race isn't over. it will never be over. there are no enemies left
- to fight, so our government will make some up. no winning this race. the
- end comes when we obliterate ourselves.
-
- i am male.
- i am shy.
- i am frail.
- i am small.
- i am scared.
- i am cold.
- i am everything that a male is not supposed to be.
-
- bullshit.
-
- "oppression breeds violence." - front line assembly
-
- nazi germany. here and now. watch the news. read a paper. listen to
- people's conversations. talk to a policemen about burning the flag, burning
- the bible. nazi germany. here and now.
-
- "we live in a world of hate
- with no regret a nazi state
- a racist dream, a world of hate
- with no regret a nazi state" - m.d.c. (millions of dead cops)
-
- send 2 stamps (29 cent) to: "crushed flowers" c/o sarah, 7465 spring lake
- road, st. paul, mn 55112. underground press. opinions. believe them. don't
- believe them. but atleast think about them before you make up your mind.
-
- i belong in a city. a dark, cold, dirty city.
-
- i feel the disgust writhing and snarling inside me. i need to get out of
- here. i need to release some energy before it builds up and shatters me,
- rips in in half.
-
- angst.
-
- and he said things would change now that i was "involved"..
-
-
- --- sunday night ---
-
- "the images now flow freely through this fucked up mind.."
-
- i don't belong. not anymore. not now. nowhere. not a part of this society.
- not a part of this family. not a member of this coalition. i feel
- transparent, like a sheet of glass, no one pays attention, no one looks..
- then, suddenly, broken.. smashed, pieces strewn everywhere, nothing makes
- sense, no connections, no hope, no chance. strung out a million different
- ways, impossible to do anything, no use, no purpose, no nothing.. just
- hurt. pain and suffering and violence and hate consuming.. everything, and
- everything, and everything, and nothing everywhere..
-
- i sit in this room in near blackness. candles light my way. potpourri
- simmers away into nothingness. loud angry music drives me farther into
- madness, makes me even more frustrated, feel the pressure on my ears, feel
- myself going deaf slowly..
-
- from hairy <as if ordering something>: one life, please.
-
- the beats mean nothing. the rhythms are equally meaningless. it's just the
- screaming, the grinding sounds, the crys unanswered, the pain, the
- torture.. it fits. it belongs. it's my partner. it's my co-pilot. it's my
- guide to hell and beyond..
-
- "don't let it end, don't let it end, oh please don't ever let it end.."
-
- see my veins buldging out, making ripples in my skin..
-
- "i close my eyes, i realize, we've all become quite tranquilized.."
-
- no matter what i do, it doesn't make me feel complete. it dosen't seem like
- i accomplish anything. nothing. just nothing. blank, empty, worthless life.
- no past no future and no present. just frustration and self-pity. feel like
- a bum in the gutter, nursing a bottle of slow-poison, driving thoughts out
- of my beaten mind.
-
- "you may scream, there is no shame.."
-
- beaten. beaten already. never played the game, and it feels like i'm beaten
- already.
-
- i despretly need to beat the living shit out of something. it'll end up
- being me. atleast if i punish myself, no one can complain.
-
- i don't yell at people when they frustrate me. i don't beat on things when
- they don't work. i yell at myself. i beat myself.
-
- blood, slow trickles of red.. dripping, running, flowing away from me.. the
- pain and the warm redness go together so well. a perfect pair. to see the
- deep red streams, to feel the intense biting pain, it works. it drives it
- all away.
-
- pain is pure. there is no "artificial" pain. and no matter how much it
- hurts, the purity is soothing. calming. good.
-
- "i need something to believe in.."
-
- i'm infected. i'm plagued. i'm doomed to a life of unhappiness and
- suffering. and it makes no sense, and it makes so much sense, and it's so
- impossible to describe, and it's so hellish to undergo, and it's so.. much.
- and it's what i somehow wish for everyone.
-
- unity.. of oppression.
-
- "i believe in torture
- i believe in murder
- i believe in anger
- i believe in hate"
-
- coming apart at the seams, flying apart, diffusion. personality diffusion.
- she told me, she knew. i denied it. i thought she was full of shit. i
- looked it up, i understood the term. i knew what she meant. and i denied
- it. and it's so true. i'm coming unglued and it's all my own doing.
-
- "are you people listening to me?"
-
- damn the government. damn religion. damn the pope. damn god. damn you. damn
- amerikkka. damn the world. damn everyone.
-
- i ran half a mile down the street last night. it was a good 40-45 degrees
- out. i ran out of the house barefoot, wearing a t-shirt. ran down the road,
- as fast as i possibly could, running, driving myself, pushing, fighting,
- struggling.. hurt myself good. cut up the bottom of my feet on the street.
- froze to death walking back. good.
-
- i've got someone i can talk to. i've got someone who i can say anything to,
- and not worry about how they're going to take it. i am more alive than i've
- ever been, my mind is all course with emotion..
-
- i look into your eyes..
- you see that i am BROKEN.."
-
- i've found peace in misery by having a companion, someone who can share the
- urt and understand. so much from so little. so much.. so much.. so much
- that it's everything. everywhere. everyone. nothing without it. incomplete
- without it. a broken machine.
-
- time ruins everything." - bari
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