JoeHooligan

 I watched the news the other day with tales of greed and theft. We deny our selves the ugly truth that lies are all thats left. So we are brought back from the grave and never dusted shelves "Why would would we care about you when we do harm to are selves". You tinkered with us at birth and tryed to rewire our minds. We told you 30 years ago "you crossed the bloody line". So here we are yet again to scoff at your plans. Youll never enter our utopian class you will never understand. The church attempts to self destruct while prophets are going blind. They wish we would just grow up and we wish they would grow a spine. Make a fist, scre

      The souless corpse rots with grief while nostalgia grips his eyes A play by play of hollow activism steals him as he sighs. "JESUS CHRIST" he screams aloud "WHAT HAPPEN TO THE NOISE". Then a figure steps into the ditch filled with grace and poise. "Its a girl?" he whispers softly to himself "I know you dont believe me now but you really need my help". Im a corpse you nutty broad im dying every day. just relax and im not a broad and by the way that hat those shoes look really gay.      Thank you he says with playful pause but what do you know about my cause. I know you have a record collection approximitly 5 miles wide. "Your

theirs eyes meet in anger and brotherhood, "I know you wont reject me like the others would" An army of flanel, shaved heads and heartache, this movement is not here just for arts sake. We are the great impoverished masses blind to color, creed and classes. our bruises and scars are a testament of will. The lack of tears are a tale of the feelings we refuse to feel. though the cause is lost and our flesh is worn. Our hearts will stomp on pierced and scorned. From one loser to another welcome to the war.The soldiers are all weary and our leader is a whore.     We have no markings of rank or higher stance, our give away is the rejection