face down smothered in the everyday smoke screenA Poem by delapruch"On Libya..." Noam Chomsky ZNet, March 30, 2011 http://www.chomsky.info/interviews/20110330.htm Also: http://maxkeiser.com/2011/03/18/noam-chomsky-on-egypt-libya-and-madison/my truth palate is as thirsty as f**k turn my tele on and then flick it right back off just when you’re ready to give the idiots around you a chance again they never fail to amaze you with a new fresh scam i turn my head for a moment to see if i missed anything stumbling & bumbling to keep my window wide open what your dead god always had in mind complete conquest of that human heart developed by the same human heart in the sad attempt at preservation of the human heart and that brain so facile so deadened and buried our own creation backfired and clearly without debate all of our chosen scapegoats our gods with all of their glory authority raining down like napalm on our eyes not wise not moral not decent not clean & pure like the billboards still say those big type-faced lies on the side of the interstates if our favorite choice fiction characters existed today they would be homeless crack addicts twitching schizophrenically in some sewage ridden back alley begging everyone that they might see walk by that alley entrance to listen to their futile ramblings and if there was one iota of sensible babble we’d lock them up in our institution of preference throwing away the key because anyone who doesn’t believe in the system at hand needs to be flushed out like the maggot filled feces that they are treated as and flowing down down down ‘neath the cities roaming with the mole people below tens of thousands of folks who have left “civilization” for good writhing in a scathing eternally dark newness a self-made blindness tuning out and tuning in to something else a postponement in which the rats and cockroaches await with them for the final moment of idiocy when the button is pushed and the big boom comes eliminating everyone above do yourself a favor and get a sturdy umbrella to keep yourself clean of the ash fall grab a bar of lava soap and head for the potholes someone is ready directly underneath your new best friend who saw it all coming© 2011 delapruchAuthor's Note
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