Rant entry for 11/6/2001 --- procrastination with a capital(ist) national.

I'm a in a disturbing mood of wanting more than this, more than yesterday, a boyfriend, a girlfriend, a daughter or son, and buddhist radical faerie to rub and things, lots of things.. electronic. "cuscutian" ( - frente, the root of all my troubles of late. ) i love my country but it wears a uniform it speaks with foreign guns in the background you can almost hear the sound of intervention and i don't know when liberty fell but we rang every mission bell we rang them loud and clearly for a world that wouldn't listen i don't want to die i'm as innocent as anybody i don't even know how to spell revolutionary jesus in the sky the bullets in the guns you don't even know what we mean by repression blood is the colour of the sunset you walked into the darkness i did not hear your last breath there will not be an inquest this is not human interest we danced the dirt with surrender for our drumbeat we danced for the balance sheet died for the kind of lasting peace that pleases the world policeman and fatherland raped motherhood and told her it was for the global good and now we ring the mission bell to warn their children and i don't want to die i'm as innocent as anybody i don't even know how to spell revolutionary jesus in the sky the bullets in the guns you don't even know what we mean by repression blood is the colour of the sunset you walked into the darkness i did not hear your last breath there will not be an inquest this is not human interest BACK