Mr. Attitude's House Of Hate
June 2nd, 2003
Sweet shit of hell, has it only been three months since I last shat my bile upon this page?
Time in the �Real World� seems to move at half speed.
I�ve been pre-occupied with my slave labour of a �job� (job - noun, an activity consisting of shit no one else is capable or willing to do). Oh how I wish that horrific place would get sucked into a black hole, never to be seen again, but they�d most likely just erect a new one past the holes event horizon.
Anyways, there�s new songs in the �more words� section. And this month�s rant may need some explaining - You see, this is my fucking web page and I�ll write whatever I want however I want. And if you do not like this, then feel free to get hit by a large truck and may skunks rape your bleeding, broken corpse.
Lastly, there is a message board at the bottom of this page. Feel free to graffiti it up. This board will let you rant as much as you want. Show they world you�re not a fucking idiot and you can think for yourself.
I�m not telling you what to do
because I�m not rich enough to preach
there�s no Oil in my yard
and no hope in my heart
as we make the earth devour itself
i can�t help but wonder...
but the T.V. comes back on
the remote Control is in their hands
Simon says �Obey And Consume�
and we do
because that�s what we�re here for
to make those dying Old Men wealthy
so They can live another year
while millions starve
and religion causes death
Consume, spend, and be happy
don�t stop and think
don�t look behind the curtain
ignore the Beast at the controls
They know what�s good for you
so follow and swallow
and you�ll never know the difference
remember that hate is bad
don�t hate the rapists and murderers
reform them
and set them free
so They can put the free thinkers away
hidden where they can�t infect you
and go on with your �life�
never forget...
you�re not important
you�re not significant
don�t stand up and scream
don�t leave a mark
and don�t dare fight back
LISTEN & OBEY
but it�s all bullshit
and only i know this...
There you go. That's all you get for now. So go back to your pointless little "life." Back to your jobs, your boyfriends or girlfriends. Back to cable t.v., shitty music and numb minds. But never forget, wankers I'm still here, and as long as Mr. Attitude lives and breathes, your minds will not be safe.
