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Index: What's on the Crash Cart today... Comment: Give a piece of posted work a spanking... Links: Other disease spots... Submission! Send us your stuff... Sign the Casualty Book |
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"I expected something pathological, but I did not expect the depth, the violence, the almost intolerable beauty of the disease." Kurt Vonnegut; Cat's Cradle bb |
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THESE PAGES ARE FOR ALL YOU RIGHTEOUS PATHOLOGICALS, ICONOCLASTS, MATURE PESSIMISTS, FREE THINKERS: THE DAGGERS IN THE SIDE OF HYPOCRITES EVERYWHERE; REGARDLESS OF YOUR GEOGRAPHY, RACE, CREED, RELIGION (OR LACK OF ONE!): Take the LID off your ID, Have a look INSIDE And Decide - Are YOU ON THE BUS! or OFF THE BUS? |
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' We are not productive anymore, they don't need us to make things anymore, it's all automated. What are we for then? We're consumers. Okay, buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, you know what? You're mentally ill! That's a fact! If you don't buy things...toilet paper, new cars, computerized blenders, electrically operated sexual devices... (getting hysterical) SCREWDRIVERS WITH MINIATURE BUILT-IN RADAR DEVICES, STEREO SYSTEMS WITH BRAIN IMPLANTED HEADPHONES, VOICE- ACTIVATED COMPUTERS, AND...' Jeffrey Goines, 12 Monkeys |
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I, the Nail Bomb I, the nail bomb: Reactive, pro-active, non-specific and not pacific, No negotiation possible � sound familiar? I cannot be marketed �Claymore�, Not Branded like a sacred cow for slaughter. I, the nail bomb: Tear off the masks, Show intestines, Remind of ancient hatred Dark hearts, two faces, fork tongues Engender. I, the nail bomb: Shredding illusions Delusions of grandeur, I unconventionally Fuck false icons; Meglomania weeps red in my breath. Nail bombs are: Nobel plastique, (shi-ite � is that organic?) And of course, nails, brought by mail Nameless, faceless, man-made, Is that why you�re afraid? You can close your eyes and mind To the poor world's suffering wails, You can block your ears To sobbing trails of free trade tears, But my savage message can�t be ignored; I, the nail bomb To a street near you, Right outside your door. I am not superficial, though small, yes, and but one. I am the booby trap in the supermarket Human race Threatening to bear your veiled Human face, Are you afraid? Of course. But why? Because I am the nail bomb, and you made I. Nick Peace, October 1 |
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