NEW SONG.
SALVATION FUZZ.
(Yes, That's a Monty Python sketch added to it.)
No rhyme, nor reason, or point to the song....
...Just like Organized Religions.
ENJOY!*
*Or the vengeful wrath of God will smite you down with all the hatred of a million Atom Bombs!!
...Because He loves you.
Be ye lastly warned...
DON'T FUCK AROUND
WITH HIM.
---VEX. 11/29/y2k08
THE 44th PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
THE 21st CENTURY EVOLUTION NOW CAN BEGIN.
I have been a cynical, nihilistic, miserable
person for all of my adult life.
No future for the Human Race was my creed.
For the last 8+ years, my soul has withered and decayed.
"Tomorrow" was just another wasted opportunity. Another 24-hour journey towards oblivion.
Tuesday, November 4th 2008, I was standing in Grant Park, Chicago, Il. on a strangely beautiful autumn night with hundreds of thousands of cynical, beaten-down, but hope filled optimists to HOPE-fully witness history in the making.
Then, for the FIRST time in my life; this stupid, arrogant, backwards-looking, fear driven country I have called my home for 37 aggravating years, DID THE RIGHT THING!
They chose Hope over Fear.
Now, the future looks a little brighter to this sad, cynical, Punk Rocker, who had all but given up on this world a long time ago...
BUT, I'm still cautiously optimistic. I have learned that this world is capable of vicious, childish, acts of pure hate & violence when someone rises up and tries to change things for the better.
We are then, AGAIN, beaten down.
Let's do the right thing THIS time.
And, President Obama, (damn, that sounds good!) PLEASE do the right thing.
For ALL of us.
We will be watching....
-VEX
11/09/y2k08 A.D.
70+/- days til W. is GONE FOREVER!
bye, bye...ASSHOLE!!!
GRANT PARK, CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
NOVEMBER 4th 2008
(>BELOW IS NOW, HAPPILY, hopefully? OUT-OF-DATE<
---vex 11/9/08)
VEX-ed
in the age of ignorance.
A contemplation of the future. by Anon.
Has the Human Race been lost?
Evolution into De-evolution?
Receding backwards as years roll forward.
Only out of fear?
Of the future? Of the unknown?
Have we simply given up?
It's hard work to listen, comprehend,
and admit when you are wrong.
It's easier to scream "evil!"
and hide behind a lie.
It's hard work to evolve.
It's easier to sleep.
Why do we bother?
Getting up in the morning,
only to be mentally beaten down?
Drugging ourselves from dawn until dusk,
then passing out into a dreamless sleep.
Where's the joy in that?
Is this our purpose?
From cradle to grave,
Barely surviving in misery?
A pretty pointless existence.
I have a tenuous grip on hope.
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