Francis didn't give a fuck about the rollbacks, overproduction, reduced demand. Never gave much thought to disputed contracts. In his short life he
Siamo i poeti, i nani sui giganti, non si direbbe, eppure siam viventi; metaforiamo, metaforiamo tutto, da non capirci piu se c'era un senso sotto. Abbiamo
M'en voudrez-vous beaucoup si je vous dis un monde Qui chante au fond de moi au bruit de l'ocean M'en voudrez-vous beaucoup si la revolte gronde Dans
: If you didn't really understand the rules If you didn't even know the score How come we went to war? How come we went to war? People are living now
A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel. Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel all American dignitaries, and issue a nation-wide travel advisory
Die Jugend marschiert mit frohem Gesang bei Sonnenschein und Regen; die Jugend marschiert mit sieghaftem Drang dem gro?en Ziel entgegen. Wir sturmen
Look at our collection of hands, heads, and feet to see where we've been. Embrace this parody: the ending of things you can belive. We'll drive you '
Is this life? To stand here and wait. In this city forged of scraps. Is this life? To stand on the dead. On feces and sweat. Is this life? It's starting
Here in the land that Abraham was promised to receive we listen to you catechize from your pulpit overseas. You mourn the proofs of our barbarity. Dry
As so many practiced diplomats, so too your vaunted laureates, whose access to the higher rungs of a cultural priesthood is hinged upon their flat for
He had a stack of dimes for a dink that he kept hidden from his young tormentors. She crapped her pants and when it started to stink they laughed her
Donald wept through the proceedings. His tears soaked through the canvas that cloaked his twisted face and they stained orange jumpsuit where with such
The following views expressed do not necessarily reflect those of the prevailing order, who prostrate to their naked kings, tailor the seams of funeral
Had they been the ones dying under the cooking sun, picking through the dust, scratching at the barren earth, had it been THEIR insides spilling into
I fuckin' love that one rock video where that fucking jack-ass mohawked millionaire prances around by far the worst sausage party on earth, where by
Superbowl patriots cheer half-time propaganda, fake titties, tooting trumpets. "FREEDOM" is in lights and is shitting itself out of Post-Hippy "Call