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Fuck your deconstruction
Fuck your woke ideology
Fuck your white supremacy
Fuck all your isolated listening
You only stand for what everyone says is right
You fucking lemming
You’re blind, led by blind, led by blind
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Genocide
Eradication
forge the future for a forgetful nation
"ove begins at home"
...but my home state is a deathbed
we dig up the bones
and we swallow them whole
diamonds lead to severed limbs
gold led to severed lands
yellow metal insanity
raping a culture to feed your disease
I fucking hate being whitewashed
I fucking hate being white
you can no longer use your crosses for crises
that you created out of your own greed
I fucking hate being whitewashed
I fucking hate being white
"In 1868 the Great Father (President Andrew Johnson) considered the hills worthless and gave them to the Indians forever by treaty. Four years later white miners were violating the treaty. They invaded Paha Sapa, searching the rocky passes and clear-running streams for the yellow metal which drove white men crazy."
Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee, by Dee Brown.
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You say
“Good vibes only
There’s no such thing as prayer
The universe works
But surely there’s no ‘god’ up there
Energy moves
Holy Spirit is dead
Spiritual person
With no need for religion”
You say
“Jesus is good but he cannot be God”
You read self-help books but the “Bible is flawed”
I can still love you and think you’re wrong
You say “God can’t be proven”
Prove Love
I can show you that life has meaning but you won’t listen
Your thirst for transcendence has led you straight to the pit*
*Ashley Lande (https://www.fathommag.com/stories/acidhead-god-took-me-higher)
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Easily replaceable me
Friends and family discount, but I only wanted camaraderie
Blind to what was happening
Refuse the invitation when you live right down the street
I prefer we kill the kindness instead of the camera
You only call and respond when you need me
Crop me out of our shared history
Mistaken business transaction for friendship
Being used to help you grow your paycheck
Yeah we made something together
Yeah and I guess you played along
Left my name off the record
But I wrote your fucking song
I prefer we kill the kindness instead of the camera
To capture all the evidence of your clever self centered set up
You only call and respond when you need me
Crop me out of our shared history
Mistaken business transaction for friendship
Being used to help you grow your paycheck
I hope you read the book I gave you
An essay on how to “merely” be
I guess in the end I’ll thank you
Because who/where you are was almost nearly me
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I destroy myself
Leaving good intentions in the wake of my prevention
Keep me safe, keep me home
But God don’t leave me home alone
I’ve seen her face too many times
I’ve seen the lies she hides behind
But I don’t want to see
See I would rather be blind
And if my eyes cause me to sin
Then I’d have holes in my head where they should’ve been
And every time that I collapse
I’d hope and wish and pray that I could just take it back
I make community with the girls on my computer screen
But they don’t know me
They look into my eyes
Transparently
And there’s no way to clear my history
Not while I’m here
Not while I’m still living
I’m filthy, covered in the stench of sin and bleeding
Fuck porn
I destroy myself
(https://fightthenewdrug.org/)
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7. |
Windchaser (Danio Rerio)
03:33
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Vanity of vanities
Everything is vanity
What profit is there from all toil under the sun
One generation departs, the another one comes
But the world forever stays
But the world forever stays
The sun rises and the sun sets
Then presses on to the place where it rises next
Shifting south, then north
Back and forth
Shifts the wind constantly shifting on its course
All things
All things are wearisome
Too wearisome for words
All things
All things are wearisome
Too wearisome for words
All rivers flow to the sea
But the sea is never filling
To the place the waters flow
They continue to flow
The eye is never satisfied by what it sees
Nor the ear with all of its hearing
What has been has been
And what is done is done
There’s nothing new under the sun
Vanity of vanities
Everything is vanity
All things
All things are wearisome
Too wearisome for words
All things
All things are wearisome
Too wearisome for words
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I want to be hunted
I want to be sought out
It seems like you’re hiding
Will you pounce? Will you pounce?
I want to be hunted
I want to be pursued
While I’m chasing the wind
I want to be chased by you
Break my legs if it keeps me from running
Break my legs if it keeps me from running
Break my legs if it keeps me from running
Break my legs if it keeps me from running
Break my legs if it keeps me from running
Break my legs if it keeps me from running
Break my legs if it keeps me from running
Break my fucking legs
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