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The world’s become a ghastly mess,
and we have just ourselves to blame.
What good is keeping score? The game
we’re playing, who can guess?
There’s no use wailing in distress,
or pointing fingers. What a shame
the world’s become a ghastly mess,
and we have just ourselves to blame.
America doesn’t need Democrats to save it. It doesn’t need Republicans. It doesn’t need liberals or conservatives, leftists or righties, centrists, Independents, old school or new wave, fundamentalist or radical, or any other kind of way divide, disappoint, distract, dilute, sullen or deaden all of us.
At what point in your life do you look back at what you’ve been doing up to that point and say to yourself, “Man, that shit we just went through was the worst thing that could happen to a person. And it was completely and absolutely our fault. It’s there a really bad actor in…
Does a candle concern itself with how much of its body and substance remains as it burns? Is the wick bothered with its lifespan, ever shortening as it turns to ash, smoke, and light? Are we really that much different? Aleister Crowley among many other things, some much more cohesive and comprehensible than others, once…
How simple it seems to be born again: to never reach the stage of an adult, but each time that you feel a growing pain, to plead no contest and avoid the fault, accepting being only just a child with no responsibility to age, nor consequence for acting dumb and wild besides the reprimand of…
Your hair is gray and thinning, Jack! Your prime is gone and won’t come back. The cure for everything you lack? Absolvo-Meal, the perfect snack! Young whippersnappers run the show, and no one cares how much you know. When your past actions plague you so, Absolvo-Meal’s the way to go! Who needs responsibility? Who wants…
If the world was better in your youth, and kids had much more sense; if things once great have gone to shit, and nothing makes much sense, you only have yourself to blame: your parenting did this. How damned convenient it must be, what ignorance and bliss, to vainly praise your parents’ ways and how…