"Be who you are, and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.
- Dr. Seuss
Not everything that counts can be counted. - Albert Einstein
"Confusion is uncomfortable, but certainty is ridiculous."
~ Voltaire
....................EVIL BUNNIES EVERYWHERE!!
"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever."
— George Orwell (1984)
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*****Stiff Little Fingers - Wasted Life*****
I could be a soldier
Go out there and fight to save this land
Be a people's soldier
Paramilitary gun in hand
I won't be a soldier
I won't take no orders from no-one
Stuff their fucking armies
Killing isn't my idea of fun
They wanna waste my life
They wanna waste my time
They wanna waste my life
And they've stolen it away
I could be a hero
Live and die for their 'important' cause
A united nation
Or an independent state with laws
And rules and regulations
That merely cause disturbances and wars
That is what I've got now
All thanks to the freedom-seeking hordes
I'm not gonna be taken in
They said if I don't join I just can't win
I've heard that story many times before
And every time I threw it out the door
Still they come up to me
With a different name but same old face
I can see the connection
With another time and a different place
They ain't blonde-haired or blue-eyed
But they think that they're the master race
They're nothing but blind fascists
Brought up to hate and given lives to waste
Satan kissed my dog, cracked his moral shell, possessed to wear the kilt, in this Scottish HELL. I touched your lips, your eyes fell out, onto the floor behind the door, I picked them up and washed them off, and taped them back upon your face.
.......................Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.
I AM THE EVIL BUNNY
******************************I am, therefore I am. And I'll be where I'm at, after all, wherever you go, there you are. The aliens have been telling me all these years that if I ingest enough LSD and find the meaning of life that they will take me away before the planet dies. I have a feeling I've been scammed......................................................
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GOT MY FINGER IN MANY PIES.........................
One of mein favorite pastimes would be spinning the soundtrack of the OVERTHROW.
THE BIG TAKE OVER SOUND SYSTEM, COMING TO AN APOCALYPSE NEAR YOU...................................................
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Hi Knockers,Business not too bad but not enough to keep the wolves from my door unfortunately,hope u r ok and your family,have a great weekend tex.xxxxx
doing good! Just getting ready to book east coast dates since we are playing the east coast Oi fest this year. I have 2 shows this weekend, we are getting back into the busy time of the year. How are you?
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