December 2010
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Ladies Nite In Loserville - Propagandhi
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November 2009
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Haillie Sellasse, Up Your Ass
You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify belief In a god that’s left you behind? You’ve simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class And your faith merely keeps you in line. An amalgamation of jewish scripture and christian thought. What will that get you? Not a fuck of a lot. Take a look at your promised land. Your deed is that gun in your hand. Mt....
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Ego Fum Papa (I Am The Pope)
“Live like an angel, die like a devil.” Don’t let it worry you, we’re down here together. We’re all here: heathens, heretics, kids with blue socks. I asked some questions and wasn’t satisfied with the answers. It seems that’s the biggest crime since not fitting in. But we’re all here: King Diamond, todd’s mom, fallen angels, the decimated...
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The Bangers Embrace
The day The Equinox arrived our pilgrimage began: 1200 miles, a cruise missile to our unholy land. We were fucking stoked unlike we’d been since we were pimpled, pubeless teens. From every corner of the world our fellow maniacs arrived to prove the meaning of the tunes had not been lost through time’s antiquity, but had survived to leave this monumental sign. They say you can’t relive the...
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Cut Into The Earth
Is this life? To stand here and wait. In this city forged of scraps. Is this life? To stand on the dead. On feces and sweat. Is this life? It’s starting again. Quick, gather your belongings and go. Run while it’s still dark. Out here you’re as good as dead. Leave the shots echoing behind. Don’t look back until you run out of land. When you think there’s a second that...
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Tertium Non Datur
All the sucked thumbs and held skirts and blankets so secure that they block out the sweep of the floodlights that could free them from the darkness that surrounds them. From the demons that keep hounding them and gouge their eyes until all they can see are rigid dichotomies of the sacred and the profane. Of salvation or shame with fuck all in between. The human impulse to explain hijacked: ...
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A Speculative Fiction
A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel. Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel all American dignitaries, and issue a nation-wide travel advisory for any others left inside. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. The burned out shells of south-bound traffic lay strewn across a cold stretch of would-be interstate. Still visible below their charred remains: Pax Americana plates. Your stupid fucking...
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Rio De San Atlanta, Minitoba
Our cities seem to function quite the same: sweeping ghettos under one big rug makes them easier to contain, so the upper-middle class can sleep (or shop in peace) and convince themselves that “trickle-down” will solve this poverty. Yes, murderers walk our streets and their weapons are their pens, desks, policies and P.R. campaigns (fed by the spoils of war) against the...
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Who Will Help Me Bake This Bread?
I speak my mind. I question theirs. It seems to me like no one really cares. Peripherally blind. Intellectually numb. Ignorance by choice? Or just plain fucking dumb? You’re threatened by my mind. You want everything the same. But my questions still remain. You boycott your brain. You answer with fists. But my questions still persist. You can rearrange my face but you can’t rearrange my...
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This Is Your Life
You’re not really mad at Iran or Afghanistan, You’re mad at the fact that your wife can’t stand you anymore. You don’t know where she is. You’re going crazy in your basement hole, Clicking your remote control Spitting insults at the screen Cause tomorrow you’re back at work Where you can’t stand being the little man. Exploit your problems when you...
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Stick The Fucking Flag Up Your Goddamn Ass, You...
My father told me “son, it’s futile to resist, You can topple ideology but not the armies they enlist.” I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts chanting war. “Well that’s the sound of freedom, son” he said. (Free to say no more.) But wait a minute dad, did you actually say freedom? Well, if you’re dumb enough to vote, You’re fuckin dumb...
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Supporting Caste
When the credits finally roll for this, the worst story ever told, don’t bother sifting through the names for yours or anyone you know. Unless they were by chance a shepherd king, a virgin birth, a resurrection, a messianic prince or some such childish thing. You can storm the edit suite or move to block its theatrical release, but I think we can safely guarantee that there will be no...
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Superbowl Patriot XXXVI
Superbowl patriots cheer half-time propaganda, fake titties, tooting trumpets. “FREEDOM” is in lights and is shitting itself out of Post-Hippy “Call me Sir” Paul McCartney’s multi-millionaire fucking mouth. Machine guns raised. Kegs secure. Beers held high! The (Presidential) Liar is in the house! Bono’s in the house! We’re DOOMED! FUCKING DOOMED! FUCKING...
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Ordinary People Do Fucked Up Things When Fucked Up...
Words can’t do justice to pain. Seems like they can’t feel a thing. Ordinary people do fucked-up things when fucked-up things become ordinary. I can’t promise utopia or a better world. I have no clever lures. No harsh punishment if you don’t bite the hook. It’s a world of shit or bust. There’s no escape from disappointment. When you commit heart and soul to...
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The Only Good Fascist Is A Very Dead Fascist.
Swastikas and Klan-robes. Sexist, racist, homophobes. Aryan-Nations and Hammerskins: you can wear my nuts on your nazi chins! God, I love a man in uniform! (But, uh, before we get too intimate here, big fella): what exactly are the great historical accomplishments of “your” race that make you proud to be white? Capitalism? Slavery? Genocide? Sitcoms? Guns? War? Pollution?...
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Fuck Machine
It’s something physical, conditioned reaction. It’s something physical, conditioned attraction. But have I finally escaped? Will my eyes no longer rape the innocent women, children, human beings? Seeing the pain that it brings. Shallow, superficial decision. Real beauty obscured by my television. But this just in! Bikini film at ten. The female anchor smiles and shrugs it off,...
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Natural Disasters
In which god’s name will we be killed? Who’s most righteous? Who’s most terrified? When your parents left the house we would creep up to their room, to the drawer beside the bed. We would pull out the shining dildo. One side dink, the other side Jesus. Not hedonists. Not atheists. Churchgoers. Blockparents. I wonder what lurks in neighbors’ drawers? The most pristine are...
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Mutual Friend
There was nothing remotely romantic about it. No hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic. So what was so goddamn important that i felt i had to shelve each and every one of my convictions? Secured and mutually reassured of our consistency. But your defence rejects what (you claim) you believe. Because what the fuck is so sociable about animal-confinement and torture, union busting,...
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Resisting Tyrannical Government
Why don’t we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next G-7 picnic? It seems easier with every clock tick. But whose will would that represent? Mine? Yours? The rank-and-file’s? Or better yet: the Government’s? But I don’t want to catalyze or synthesize the second Final Solution. I don’t want to be the Steve Smith of the Revolution. Do you see the...
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Showdown
We spoke our minds too clearly. We assumed fundamental rights were inherent not as pawns but humyns. I do not require a gauge for freedom of speech cuz I never asked to be a citizen. I never have and never will pledge allegiance. Waking up each morning with confusion in my eyes. The wind is biting through to wave “hello”. Seeing my reflection, an exterior of lies. I hope this...
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Ladies Night In Loserville
Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation. She slurs “how much more bullshit you got left? Cuz you been feeding me this crap about ‘free speech’ and ‘thought-police’ like I’m supposed to sit and swoon”. It takes three more rounds till the subject changes and in that time she lays it down: “Fuck Larry Flynt and any campaign to silence women...
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Bringer Of Greater Things
Look at our collection of hands, heads and feet to see where we’ve been. Embrace this parody: the ending of things you can believe. We’ll drive you ‘til you’re skin and bones and when we finally reach the end, you’ll fall into our open arms, accept our tears of sympathy. Make way for our emptiness. A descent that never ends ‘til the one last living thing is the...
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Purina Hall Of Fame
Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds. Steeping toddlers plucked from their watery deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are the ephemeral rewards paid to the slaves whose selfless acts accord a higher value to their masters, while parting gifts (bolt pistols) console the rest. The remainder. Too bad the tributes paid to lives that relegate these thrones to lives spent valuing the...
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Pigs Will Pay (All Cops Are Bad, You Know)
Thought, word and deed once sloganeered, a reaction undefined, the battle-hymn, the mantra of a once unfocused mind. but as logic tempered anger, still inspired but now informed, the ‘pigs’ we’d turned to caricature became far worse than we’d warned, morality enforcement based on the interests of a state, coerced into concordance and threatened into place, it’s not...
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