| ©2005 OBSERVING LOVE | Appendix
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BY
JONATHAN BAIN |
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Green
snot, yellow snot, smoke some pot, cry alot godamn this fucking flu its come for me & soon for you lank hair, clammy skin can't eat but i'll drink some gin its all a conspiracy the government is out to get me pathetic little curled up ball dirty tissues on the floor one more pill will make me crack how can they dispense this crap? won't work, can't sleep the devil now will give a speach |
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on all the evils of the world & how i've been a naughty girl is this a curse from god above? or a man-made govt evil scourge why o why target me I swear i didn't hurt a flea green snot, yellow snot, aargh cough cough pretty soon i'm gonna be lying in a trough food for the pigs who protect me when all i want is a cup of tea flu girl, shmoo girl what you gonna do girl lying in a sea of misery plotting revenge on all & sundry bang bang you're dead you suck & finally ??ur |
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bouncing
on that big ol bed how could i know he was dead baudy screaming he did spasm thrusting deep inside the chasm omigod what the heck to do with the dead bloke? flush him down the loo? no chop him up, burn him down after all he was a bit of a clown shit shit shit, panic a bit gotta think now so play with my clit |
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saddens me the most, is that I have given my life to this land, to these
people. During Apartheid, at the age of 19, I defied the Nazi's and
was incarcerated in a mental home because I believed that the country
had gone mad. On another occasion I lead a protest against government
tyranny. I have given everything to this place, my life has been risked
for the good of all, more times than I care to count. I could have been killed for my hard core anti-racist political stance. Yet nobody has bothered to lift a finger to help me. The very people that I saved, have actually turned against me. They prefer to construct me as the problem. This way they do not have to risk their own stupid lives. I hate cowardice more than anything. These idiots would still be marching around in square circles killing each other if it were not for me. They would still be harrassed by the Gestapo if it were not for me. I know exactly where I was when it was announced that Mandela was to be freed. Do you? What were you doing then? The same as now? Godless crap, every one of you. Black and white. Dry and useless. The people I saved continue even to attack me in my own home. I just don't know anymore... 2008/Jan/05 |
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