conversed about politics, how the world revolves, vegan-eat-shits, themethod how to scare the shit out of those another bandwagon nazis,
what if i fucked that big-boobs-pinky-tits-hardcore-as-fuck Pamela?
and other crap don't attract me much as this very beer can.
somehow, i shuddered and think back, "i've been alcoholic, almost a schmuck, desired nothing but a beer;
what if i spent my penny to those kosovan-like kiddos who have to suffer in hungriness?"

as this thought came spontaneously derived from deep inside my PC cerebrum,
my other side, the side that too black to consider as anarcho insisted--
defy the latter.
so...hell yeah!

lay on my bed.
sleepy but this collision that smashed my equilibirium of thinking deprived me from what i tend to do.
de-thought.
un-control.
everything seems attractive.

the novelty world that i myself created...i'm drunk.
1.30 p.m.
damn! im late again.
late to talk nonsense, to hear lies, and to confront in the least; reality (drama).
i prayed.
i did.
long time ago.

"Jesus, youre a fuckin liar. You've forefucked my life to be this god-damned horrible. I pray no more!"
that was the last tune.

here again, i am.
in the street-riot where all the employing classeslay their asses on.
i felt terrible, perhaps claustrophobic.
there's a bunch of so called nonconformist jocks donating their sarcastic smiles to me.
i nodded and smiled back, reluctantly.
i am sick, or merely tired.
totally exhausted.

and another nazi S.H.A.R.P skinhead was bashing a bangladeshi in the next corner
just exactly by my side.
well, for fuck's sake, i dont give a fuck because there's a shop somewhere near me selling beer and vodka.
i'd rather be drunk and i am drunk again.
hell yeah!

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.)

# posted by si tolol : 10/30/2005 09:25:00 AM
|