THE DECLINE
Where are all the stupid people from? And how’d they get to be so dumb? Bred on purple mountain rangeFeed amber waves of grainsTo lesser human beings, zero feelingsBlame it onHuman nature, mans destiny (mans destiny)Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy)Fear of godThe fear of changeThe fear of truthAdd the bill of rights, subtract the wrongsThere’s no answersMemorize and sing star spangled songsWhen the questionsAren’t ever askedIs anybody learning from the past? We’re living in united stagnationFather what have I done? I took that 22A gift to me from youTo bed with me each nightKept it cleanPolished it wellCherished every cartridge, every shellDown, by the creek, under brush, under dirtThere’s a carcass of my second killDown, by the park, under stone, under pineThere’s a carcass of my brother williamBrother where, have you gone to? I swear, I never thought I couldI see so many timesThey told me to shoot straightDon’t pull the trigger, squeezeThat will insure a killA kill is what you wantA kill is why we breedThe christians love their gunsThe church and nraPray for their salvationsPrey on the lower faithsThe story book’s been readAnd every line believedCurriculum’s been setLogic is a threatReason searched and seizedJerry spent some time in michiganA twenty year vacation, after all he had a dimeA dime is worth a lot more in detroitA dime in california, a twenty dollar fineJerry only stayed a couple monthsIt’s hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the assAsphyxiation is simple and fastIt beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitchDon’t think (stay)Drink your wine (home)Watch the fire burn (be)His problems not mine (safe)Just be that model citizenI wish I had a schilling(for each senseless killing)For every senseless killingI’d buy a governmentAmerica’s for saleAnd you can get a good deal on it(a good deal on it)And make a healthy profitOr maybe, tear it apartStart with assumptionThat a million people are smartSmarter than oneSerotonin’s goneShe gave up, drifted awaySara fled, thought process goneShe left her answering machine onThe greeting left spoken sincereMessages no one will ever hearTen thousand messages a dayA million more transmissions layVictims of the laissez faireTen thousand voices, a hundred gunsA hundred decibels turns to oneOne bullet, one empty headNow with serotonin goneThe man who used to speakPerforms a cute routineFeel a little patronizedDon’t feel badThey found a way inside your headAnd you feel a bit misledIt’s not that they don’t care, yeahThe television’s put a thought inside your headLlike a barry manilow, jingleI’d like, to teach the world to singIn perfect harmonyA symphonic blank stare, yeahIt doesn’t make you care (make you care)Not designed to make you care (make you care)They’re betting you won’t care (you won’t...)Place a wager on your greedA wager on your prideWhy try to beat them when, a million others tried? We are the whoreIntellectually spayedWe are the queerDysfunctionally raisedOne more pill to kill the painOne more pill to kill the painOne more pill to kill the painLiving through conformityOne more prayer to keep me safeOne more prayer to keep us warmOne more prayer to keep us safeThere’s gonna be a better placeLost the battle, lost the warLost the things worth living forLost the will to win the fightOne more pill to kill the painNa na na na naLa na na na naNa na na na naNa na na na naThe going get tough, the tough get debtDon’t pay attention, pay the rentNext of kins pay for your sinsA little faith should keep us safeSave usThe human, existenceIs failing, resistanceEssential, the futureWritten off, the odds areAstronomically against usOnly moron and geniusWould fight a losing battleAgainst the super egoWhen giving in is so damn comfortingAnd so we go, on with our livesWe know the truth, but prefer liesLies are simple, simple is blissWhy go against tradition when we canAdmit defeat, live in declineBe the victim of our own designThe status quo, built on suspectWhy would anyone stick out their neck? Fellow membersClub we’ve got oursI’d like to introduce you to our hostHe’s got his, and I’ve got mineMeet the declineWe are the queerWe are the whoreAmmunitionIn the class warWe are workerWe love our queenWe sacrificeWe’re soilent greenWe are the queerWe are the whoreAmmunitionIn the class war

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every week i have this one meeting that gives me situational narcolepsy:

nar·co·lep·sy ( P ) Pronunciation Key (närk-lps)n. pl. nar·co·lep·sies
A disorder characterized by sudden and uncontrollable, though often brief, attacks of deep sleep, sometimes accompanied by paralysis and hallucinations.

i swear to god, this woman can talk me into a coma. so now i am breaking for 17 cups of very strong, motor oil coffee before i have to go spend the next 4 hours with her.

dreadedddddddddd.


Sailing through the tunnels In the morning by yourself There's a very special feeling True sensation all is well If you stand and reach your arms out wide Close your eyes and try to fly It's an underground illusion Tricking you from side to side We knew all the answers And we shouted them like anthems Anxious and suspicious That God knew how much we cheated It can't come quickly enough And now you've spent your life Waiting for this moment And when you finally saw it come It passed you by and left you so defeated Skyscrapers rise between us Keeping me from finding you If the concrete architecture disappeared there'd be so few Of us left to navigate and Defend ourselves from the tide It's an underground illusion Tricking you from side to side There's no indication of What we were meant to be Sucking up to strangers Throwing wishes to the sea It can't come quickly enough And now you've spent your life Waiting for this moment And when you finally saw it come It passed you by and Left you so defeated

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i am having the worst day ever. i cannot imagine looking any less attractive. there are louis vuitton luggage sets resting under my eyes right now. my skin is pale. my hair, a mess. and i can't stay awake. and i broke my favorite favorite gucci sunglasses. and i ate a piece of chocolate after lunch, hoping it would wake me up and instead, i probably just gained 23492347 lbs. so now i'm just tired and guilty. then i drank some green tea out of a heinous duane read xmas mug and i'm sure i will get dysentery because the mug was really janky. AND and and. shady jim came by to fix my broken window without advance warning. i appreciate the fact that he's fixing the window with no glass in it, but i'm a little creeped out by his ability to come and go as he pleases. and then leave messages bitching about the fan being left on all day and my having expensive equipment in the way of where he needs to work. (expensive equipment being my lap top?) tomorrow i will have to leave out a vibrator and see what he things of that brand of "equipment." knowing jim, he'd bedazzle it and wear it as a brooch.

on a different subject-- do you get grossed out when you think about unsexy people having sex? i so do.

alright, i hate my life.

wordski.

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