Far off goes
The piper playing
Tunes upon the empty air
Floating gently from the highlands
For me
For me
A jig as lively
As the morning
In the market
Sunday early
Clear and clean
Again its drifting
Cross the heather
For me
For me
This time closer
Still I listen
Not a jig
But dirge on the breeze
Full of sadness
Full of longing
Calling home
For me
For me.
Whos' your enemy combatant?
NDAA S.1867
The Saul Narratives
The Advent of Savior Self
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Subcribe to the Chaos
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What would Rorchach say??
Terrorism is not new
death clock
Are We There Yet?
Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease....~V~
Maybe instead of treating the symptoms we should target the source – the utter lack of substance behind contemporary values. People kill themselves because they are driven by lies, people drug themselves to escape a living hell and find a dying peace. Why not just blow it all to hell and at least create a chance of starting over?
