Tuesday, 31 March 2009
Inert (prelude) av101-3
Inertia breeds contempt for the soul. There’s always the bottle of Vodka and Leaving Las Vegas for that endless breakfast of ex-champions. Don’t you know who I thought I was. A black dot falling in a black empty universe. The Greatest person who ever lived, but how to put it into action. Christ’s no role model, too messianic. As for his embodiment on earth, with a tolerance for holocaust denial when it comes to his Bishops and an intolerance for condoms, -that will only increase the AIDS problem in South Africa-.. enough of your popery, time to wake up and smell the morning coffee. Make mine sweet and black like the first cock that I sucked. The wild west has never been worthy of emulation, lest we forget, Coke designed Fanta solely for sale in the Third Reich and IBM adapted and maintained systems for 'processing' Jews. Things are worse now with their Axis of evil, the I.M.F., World Trade Oganisation and the World Bank acting as the financial arms of U.S. foreign policy. Who's left to admire, Iggy Pop?.. cunt's now an insurance salesmen. Maybe only Count Gottfried Von Bismark; he had it figured out, reading Siddhartha, he laughed his last laugh, his heart just wasn’t strong enough anymore..
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