It's been a while.

Well my 'puter has been ass raped and saved from a terrible non-existence.

So i'm back online and ready to hit you possible readers, comrades, lovers and pieces of rotting flesh with some words..

Read it like you fucking mean it!

Checking Out

Jack pocketed a Swiss fucking watch.
A million hopes and screams were eaten for lunch,
Buying tycoons, soap operas and hopscotch.
Culturally speaking I think we're all fucked.

The napalm hit at precisely nine o' five.
John put on his favourite tie and went to work.
David Jones locker rooms resized.
Oh baby I love it when the president cums twice.

Cadillac class is where you're headin'.
Said the well-dressed manager to his salesman.
Praise be to Capitol Hill, a humble cleaner mentioned.
'Cause if it was possible we're all going to hell after luncheon.

We can talk in stats, figures, dimes and fear fucked brains.
For instance two hundred thousand dead in Iraq and still counting.
But like eight slugs to your head for missing a train.
It just don't seem right unless you are..

Controlling the game, feeling the same, going insane.

MARY MOTHER OF A WHORE.

We are all to blame.

So lock up your children and drink all of your wine.
Listen to those war drums beat out our future child.
As the old church bells ring out of time.
You will be wishin' you hadn't spent so long in a checkout line, checkout line, checkout line.

Checking out now.

Because I have seen a few worrying signs.