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    childish nonconformist poetry 
    It's so fucken boring=why not try another killing?

    Raining,
    Sometimes it's romantic
    While often than not it's too tragic.

    Dreamt somebody special in the evening rain
    Tormented in the night train.

    Yes,I'm the casualty
    The sadist-rapist of my own love story-tragedy.
    Shit happens,burn the constitutions(the heck?)
    Hang my head in shame with smiles and jokes,
    Gun in my head and a bullet in hand,
    Rage in my blood and fear in my pants.
    Which one would I choose?
    But I laughed till I puke.
    Smoke and drink beers,who will join me in the guilty party?
    My peers?

    Chatting,bitching,for politics,
    Racist and fascist as another tactics(because we scared of anarchic-typeproposal)
    Jane's Addiction?
    Well,better than the band formed by a bunch of MiRC addicts-Virtual Oppression

    Free the Children,Free the Mind from the System of Thought-Control-anotherbullshit?
    More smokes and more beers,
    Radio's dehumanizing.

    Yet,still why it's fucken boring?
    (because your shit is straight away burning!Haha.)