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Only questions with no answers;
The eternal lust swelled within.
Bliss prevails mainstream kinda,
sorta, you know what i mean.
All part of the machine,
one way or another,
just think about it brother :idea:
Whats your occupation ?
Capitulation ? observation ?
desecration ? defamation ?
Governmental , elemental ?
Indoctrinate ? assasinate ?

Link it back Jack, it's wack !
Take a look crook and you'll see,
don't just believe me.
Open your eyes and realize,
be wise, think beyond the box.
Kinda like a Fox, kinda, sorta,
you know what i mean, don't ya ?

If not it's plain to see,
it was meant to be, by design,
the master crime,
interdimensional gangster's
tow the line called Earth.
Strip it of it's worth.
Naked bare be aware!
This ain't no fucking joke or hoax!
It's the simple facts , Jack !
Get off your back and do something about it
SHOUT IT ! Tout it ! Walk the walk.
Talk the talk, Change the way.
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Take Back the Skies

Inquiry,
Centuries old, instilled a sense of wonder.
The human race
LOOKed up at the skies, the stars, clouds,
the grand mystery of space,
long before the roar of jet's thunder.

And although I am told
In America, we're no longer supposed to ask,
I want our pilots to answer
in the midst of so much asthma and cancer,
"Where is your conscience?
when you perform tyranny's task
of spraying aluminum into our atmosphere?"

While you are flying, life is dying.
"Do you care?"
Then stop. Don't fly. Perhaps cry and think!
-about the poison you spray from the air-
over the land, and into the water we drink!
It's gravely sad,
this mad physics lab,
accosting earth's sphere.
So forget your mission, transcend your fear,
help us wipe away this big grey tear
smothering the blue skies, we once lived under,
before aerosol was attached to jet's silent thunder.

Because the sky's the limit! Heed mad cap of Rome!
And trespass not against Earth's celestial dome,
where sky's sacred spaces, once heavenly places
for feathered grace
have become hedge-funded fields
for government shills
dropping chemi-kills on the human race.

"Godless scientists, What have you done?
What have you done?"
God knows all.
But can God save all; those creatures of earth
who fly, walk, swim or crawl?
-After toxic trails from mindless machines
flown by pilots, the Wrights Brother's invention
gone wrong, turned mean
.....spreading death from the skies
with manmade clouds of barium, strontium
and so much aluminum,
exceeded only by the lies
of those trying to cover up
all this crap that flies; the lies
of the Runaway-Government, Corporate State,
insane scientists, technocrats,
hiring flying acrobats
bent on their goal to depopulate.

Now, the hour is getting late.
While blue angels sing America's anthem out loud,
mocking some gawking, intoxicated crowd,
sky-lit clouds form,
with false-flag rainbows
framing for -hire pilots,
who are busy pulling levers,
pushing buttons to the scream of "Queen",
hard-rock fashioned irrefutable death machine!

Hey, Band Man, Foreigners!
making clouds in the sky,
-to the tune of Plumes,
black, magical Shrooms,
Grids and Crosses,
spewing Fumes and Toxins,
Dioxins,
Gaseous bakes,
Lucifers' illumined fallout Flakes,
Wispy, crispy,
Snap, crackle pop,
profligating cancers,
With each lethal drop!

"When will you stop? When will you stop?"
-With your aluminum, barium, Morgellon's shake?
It's more than someone's carbon footprint at stake!

This mad marathon of destruction,
no macho man can win,
causes obstructions to all who
breathe it in.
These chemtrails that AREN'T contrails
are an egregious sin.
So, don't echo the lies
of the DeFacto Government, Corporate State,
those militant dupes who destroy and hate,
while covering up what flies, a LIE....
A LIE of such outcast unconscionable greed,
Destroying life, destroying seed!
A LIE of such vast, stretchable size,
making all blue, except for the skies.

For this grey Shroud; Haze,
manmade clouds from aluminum,
high-tech chemical plasma,
causes Tree Death, Soil Spoil, Cancer and Asthma.

So these toxic clouds can't be "contrails"-
'Harmless condensation of icicles over our nation' ----"Phew!"
But rather it appears to be,
some monopoly,
corporate, intensification plan
to affect the life span
of organic farming,
while breaking down the lungs of
child, woman and man,
and without regard to all other beings
chemclouds are harming.

PLEASE, Hear now, a call to conscience,
Pontius Pilot, Hear now our cries!
Come to us now, Come to our side.
Help us!
"Take Back the Skies.
.....Take back the Skies."

By Najma Fichthorn.
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Meaningless

should stand alone

but it has a shadow,

has a meaning

which means it aint what it is


This stands for unseen turns at weird angles

that will never be noticed

lost

pointless, formless, MEANINGless, shapeless,

less

none

not at all


Whats the answer, id rather be taken away

by a trance, a dream, a rhyme, a nothing

a POS


Wondering, thinking, less and less

the more i see the less I know

so they say, or so it was said

why


Whats the point, its over there

no its there, and up your ass

around the corner

its pointless as you all have surely come to understand


bean burrito, green light, red light
the end.
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Dinsadansdjeveldyrkaar by Nattefrost
english translation.
We look at the manets, we run down to the Texaco YES
We run and bathe, with pilsner and shrimps
We sit and talk, with maritime pussies
Everything is top notch, Terje brings crabs YES

He knocks over tombstones, he is a devil worshipper
He grows tomatoes, potatoes and apples
He kills for Satan YES! He cracks/wrestles the chest YES!
He eats and eats

He stands and shits YES! And he sits pissing
Pisses and shitting, shitting and pissing
We think we're stopping, NO, we jerk off YES!
Pissing and shitting, shitting and pissing!

And travels to other planets, and ejaculates 100 metres
We go to Roger Waeddår YES UGH! He kills for satan YES!
He kills, he kills. Terje brings Burger YES!

He farts. He jerks off. He shits. He pisses.
Anders likes girls with dick and adam's apples YES!!
He fucks Erik Faber , while Erik Faber jerks off YES!!
Terje licks old pussies, grim pussys who infect!
More whores and pussies who look like Adolf Hitler
Yes, Göran is jerking off a horny Golder Retriever YES!
Anders likes girls who jerk off and pisses and shits
Terje brings CRABS YES!


the reg.
Vi ser pa maneidene, vi lobar ned te Texaco'n JA!
Vi lobar og bagar, med pilsnar og raegar
Vi siddar og pradar med maritime fiddar
Alt er bare tappars, Terje kammar med krabbar JA!
Han veltar gravstoddar, han er en djeveldrykar
Han dyrkar tomadar, potesar og eblar
Han drebar of Saddan JA!! Han brydar brodet JA
Han edar og edar...
Han star dridar JA!! Og han siddar og pissar
Pissar og drinar, drinar og pissar
Mi tror mi stobar, NEI, mi roknar JA!!!!
Pissar og drinar og pissar!!
Og drar til andre planedar aaed sprudar 100 medar
Mi drar til Ragnar Waeddar. Han pissar og drinar
Ragnar NATTEFROST waeddae JA UGH!!! Han drebar for
Sadan JA!
Han drebar, han drebar. Terje kammar med burgnar JA!
Han fisnar. Han ronkar. Han pissar
Andars ligar jentar med kug og adamseblar JA!!
Han pular Erik Fabar, mens Erik ronkar JA!
Terje slikkar gamle fiddar, grimme fiddar som smiddar!
Mer horar og fiddar som lignar Adolf Hidlar
Ja, Goran drivar og ronkar en kad golden retrivar JA!
Andars ligar jentar som ronkar ogpissar og dridar
Terje kammar med KRABBAR JA!!!!
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"Atomica"
-John Fitzgeral Fraktardo II 9/26/2011


in the pine tree grey sky i wish i could take off

wheels up for the flight of the cosmic hippo

in my eyes a vortex goes in and takes my soul out

in the end you take what you give

we pay our debts some time

can't get this smell off my fingers

wanna reach down in my pants

i just dont know dont know dont know how

Its all fuzzy all hazy, all the time

I been told im like a ghost


cause on the basketball court i come out of no where and can't be stopped

also Im white

hehehehehe

This is crazy and this stream of consciousness bullshit is bullshit

i can take it, dont care, dont care not at all


I think Im standing on a hill

tall, round, and green

in the middle of the night, in the rain

There is a chain link fence all around,

In the middle of the city, which never takes a break

Creeping metal and power lines, seeping concrete


but here im alone, and its quiet

but I'm all alone

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This morning I woke up in a curfew.
"oh Lord"...i said "oh God"
I was a prisoner too ya.

I did not recognize those faces
that were standing over me.
They were all faces of ....
of brutality ya, of brutality ya.

How many rivers do we have to cross ?
before, before we can talk to the boss.
All that we've had, all that we've had
it seems we have lost.....lost.. lost.

We must have already, paid the cost,
paid the cost and that's why-that's why
They'll be Burning and Looting tonight
They'll be Burning , Diluting tonight.
Burning and polluting tonight.
BURNING ALL ILLUSION TONIGHT.


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All this feeling and feelings
is interfering with my free wheelings
Like dust in my socks and spurs in my hair
is them shoes full of rocks and smoke in my air

I'd like them to fuckin back off
I wanna stop trucking and drop this pack off
I need a breather Jesus some cool water in my face
dont want your shit neither, gimme some space

But I guess we need dirt, and seeds to grow
you can't avoid getting hurt, shouldnt you know
and complaining and kickin isnt blocking the sun
though I get sickened, I know whats to be done

Truth is: things are what they are
is what it is sings 'que sera sera'
and I figure I can deal, long as i got my canteen
I'm glad yes I can feel, and ive seen what ive seen
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"Black Rain"

You left them swimming for their lives
Down in New Orleans
Can't afford a gallon of gasoline
With your useless degrees and contrary statistics
This government business is straight up sadistic

Now you don't fight for us
But expect us to die for you
You have no sympathy for us
But still i cry for you
Now you may kill the revolutionary
But the revolution you can never bury

Don't speak to us like we work for you
Selling false hope like some new dope we're addicted to
I'm not a desperate man but these are desperate times at hand
This generation is beyond your command

And it won't be long
'til the people flood the streets
To take you down
One and all
A black rain is gonna fall

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The jungle, from the floor to the canopy,
Clogs and entwines
Its every rung and level with rank growth.
The python dines
Among an epiphytic gaudery
And hungry vines.
On the mizzled hair of the two-toed sloth
Moss has designs.
Yet all that climbing tonnage is content-free.
The top limbs sway as though to write in air,
But can’t remember what they scribble there.
Through the savanna’s heat-glaze the herds pause,
Ripple and shiver,
Or graze hypnotically, or drop their young,
Which may deliver
Their wet thin steps into the lion’s jaws.
By pool or river
They stoop at evening side by side among
The surface quiver
Of their reflexions as the light withdraws:
A fable set down in invisible ink;
They print their shadows on the pool they drink.
Even the perfect pictures in the shale’s
Slow-motion traps,
The filamentous feathers, which one or two
Sharp hammer taps
Release, the fish in their meticulous scales,
The precise maps
Of leaves, did not direct this rendezvous.
They’re simply gaps
In time, and have no part in these details.
The weird wiwaxias, worms and arthropods
Were empty of intention as stone gods.
Once, though, a figure had the thought to crawl
Out of the day
Into a cave’s dark reach, its first invoker,
And there to splay
His hand against the tallow-glimmered wall,
And pause to spray
His mouth’s cargo of spittle and red ochre
On the array
Of his five fingers, clear, indelible:
Author and content of the space displayed,
The maker’s hand becoming what it made.
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For those of you who want not see the truth.
i shall be your eye's.
For those of you want not hear the truth,
I shall be your ears.
For those who don't care,
I shall be your caretaker.

Knowledge can only be considered,
if it has passed through Consciousness.
The same as Advertising is utilized
to coerse the masses.

So I ponder ; how can this be ?
It's easy to see, once you realy look.
The real knowledge and truth has been
stolen, locked up and hidden.
Only those with Power can see it......

I say to myself -
Would i have lived differently,
had i known the truth ?
Would i have acted differently ?
would i have loved differently ?

All i can say is that within this
plethora of miraculous knowledge
lies the blueprint for bliss.
Search it, look for it, seek it out-

Gain your sight, cultivate your mind,
and let true knowledge intertwine.
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A letter to psychopaths, little bitches, and general douche-bags
-Fraktardo 2011


Fuck the fucking government and all y'all

this edge is soo sharp

crisp, clean

I want to murder your fucking eyeballs out


I could just just slice, plunge

It would go in so neat, so soft

cut your fucking lizard insides into ribbons

Blood red I see, boiling, even so sticky sweet


Ofcourse you deserve it, but Im bound, chained

By the lines of righteousness, I must obey, I am not totally free

You better thank your lucky stars for that

Time lapses as I write, but 1 mile looks like 1 inch on the map


Aaaaa, once murderous rage subsides

I am left feeling sick, ashamed

It's the curse of being a human

Our weakness


A human vs. a shark is not much of a match

1v1 in the water

But with a little time, ingenuity, the human can get the upper hand

Lift that fucking fish out with a crane and watch it gurggle to death


Violence is a fact, though through the eyes of those with a heart it is a grim shade

Though our face may not show it, we must shed tears every time that hue confronts us

Still hope is preserved locked away in the dustiest, remote corner of our story

That one day it will be eradicated, but by necessity you will never see that day
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a thousand tiny petals fell

onto the swell, drifting in the ripples

scintillating scents scattering,

to travel where, far off, and few inbetween


inhaling the influx of fresh full air like water

patterns of dots dancing behind my eyes, impossibly small molded into glass

for a moment swirling winds quit wailing

peacefully open street, and calm fluttering orphans


traveling across the crissed past path

far behind bended from the trunk into dark and forgotten

the gone after lost lake, clawing trees

as jet streams stretch back wisps, in jupiter's stars
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walls all so white,
never greeted by the sun or aware of night,
my eyes are pried open and held in place,
left all all alone i've forgotten my face,
screams erupt from the floor,
as far as i search there is no door,
my spirit is shattered and my mind is torn
sanity has been fractured and my view is forlorn

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I like to drop knowledge, like feces

Except its sugary sweet sweet, like Reese's

Shit I just got sued

Sure I love to picture my gardener nude

It's not weird but a little crude

Welcome to shit that makes no sense

I'm like Mexico without the fence

Ticks just shoot out from my head

Shit all this makes wanna be dead

What kind of iguana fantasizes about trouts?

Shit this ain't the right route

My brain is a television without the volume knob

I'm sane with a circumcision 'n' I'm corn off the cob

Chewing on your soul isn't part of my guarantee

Doing the hole ain't right unless it's a manatee

I'm not allowed near any kindergartens

Probably for all that molestation I been startin

It's just a joke they forced me

I'm not lying they coerced me

Fucked up little demon freaks

Eyes better get plucked out by eagle beaks

what I'm sayin is America is presiding judge of fuck you

She keeps reprising her role just to muck you

Just kidding no woman in such power

Shit only ever gonna happen at the final hour

She's in the kitchen cookin up a fine meal

Mutterin and bitchin lookin like swine seal

Cry about abortion and my period is on fire

Blahblahlblahblahblah you a crier

Don't pop basketballs in an alternate reality

My casket saw a dead body, this shit ain't banality

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Children running into izba,
Calling father, dripping sweat:
"Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a
Deadman caught inside our net."
"Fancy, fancy fabrication..."
Grumbled off their weary Pa,
"Have these imps imagination!
Deadman, really! ya-ha-ha...

"Well... the court may come to bother -
What'll I say before the judge?
Hey you brats, go have your mother
Bring my coat; I better trudge...
Show me, where?" -- "Right there, Dad, farther!"
On the sand where netting ropes
Lay spread out, the peasant father
Saw the veritable corpse.

Badly mangled, ugly, frightening,
Blue and swollen on each side...
Has he fished in storm and lightning,
Or committed suicide?
Could this be a careless drunkard,
Or a mermaid-seeking monk,
Or a merchandizer, conquered
By some bandits, robbed and sunk?

To the peasant, what's it matter!
Quick: he grabs the dead man's hair,
Drags his body to the water,
Looks around: nobody's there:
Good... relieved of the concern he
Shoves his paddle at a loss,
While the stiff resumes his journey
Down the stream for grave and cross.

Long the dead man as one living
Rocked on waves amid the foam...
Surly as he watched him leaving,
Soon our peasant headed home.
"Come you pups! let's go, don't scatter.
Each of you will get his bun.
But remember: just you chatter --
And I'll whip you, every one."

Dark and stormy it was turning.
High the river ran in gloom.
Now the torch has finished burning
In the peasant's smoky room.
Kids asleep, the wife aslumber,
He lies listening to the rain...
Bang! he hears a sudden comer
Knocking on the window-pane.

"What the..." -- "Let me in there, master!"
"Damn, you found the time to roam!
Well, what is it, your disaster?
Let you in? It's dark at home,
Dark and crowded... What a pest you are!
Where'd I put you in my cot..."
Slowly, with a lazy gesture,
He lifts up the pane and - what?

Through the clouds, the moon was showing...
Well? the naked man was there,
Down his hair the water flowing,
Wide his eyes, unmoved the stare;
Numb the dreadful-looking body,
Arms were hanging feeble, thin;
Crabs and cancers, black and bloody,
Sucked into the swollen skin.

As the peasant slammed the shutter
(Recognized his visitant)
Horror-struck he could but mutter
"Blast you!" and began to pant.
He was shuddering, awful chaos
All night through stirred in his brain,
While the knocking shook the house
By the gates and at the pane.

People tell a dreadful rumor:
Every year the peasant, say,
Waiting in the worst of humor
For his visitor that day;
As the rainstorm is increasing,
Nightfall brings a hurricane -
And the drowned man knocks, unceasing,
By the gates and at the pane.
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