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| nother day nother msg |
| 10.08.04 (3:29 pm) [edit] |
torn-in-half right-down-tha-middle is how i'm feeling. how R U?
See, there's these two layers of my self.
the patriot, the proud american, is shackled to the wall...being tormented by the news, the people who bring the news, and the impending election.
Will it drag out like it did before? will monsignor bu$h-hole pull another rabbit outta his arse and drag november into december before we find out our country has died?
Can Mr.s Kerry and Edwards really DO any of the things they want to do differently if the majority of the fuckers up there on crapital hill are republicans elected by the same dubious means herr bu$h was?
My brother sweats and sleeps in desert lands...dodging countless calamities, surviving at all costs...what will this experience have done to him should he return to us in one piece?
That's the shortlist of my bum half today...
the other side of me? gonna see some friends soon. gonna visit the mother for her birthday. got LOTS of new music to listen to. Sage Francis cracks me up, talking about all them kids our there 'rockin votes'...
lif and ak are finally done with the Perceptionists' first joint. comes in january. woohoo! finally...
gift of gab's 4th Dimensional Rocketships Going Up really makes me happy. there's places on it where i'm inclined to press skip...but not many...and not often. lyrical acrobatics...maybe that's where ak took his name from...*shrug*
see, half of me is torn up over the grisly things happening to plain old normal iraqis everyday, as much as it is over what's happening to the soliders and guardsmen and women over there attempting to preserve peace in the middle of a centuries' old religious pressure cooker...
so i can sing along with Steve Earle at the stoplights..."if i ever get home to houston alive, i won't drive a truck anymore..."
and the chica at the oil change hut can ask my wife where we got our 'bu$h is a punk-ass chump' bumpersticka...
and the leaves can go from today's yellow thru tomorrow's crimson and fall down after that.
this world is a mess. but it's big enough to seem like a lot less messy right here in front of me. that, my love, and my music R something...and they help a lot.
"buckle up and getcha ride on...
u kno u love 2 getcha fly on...
buckle up and getcha ride on...
u kno u love 2 getcha fly on..." -"Ride On" - Gift of Gab
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