Dogma

All we want is a headrush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don’t have anything
Anything we want anyway
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It’s more effective that way
We don’t live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and
Sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for
Is for something worth waiting for
Let’s admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let’s stop saying “Don’t quote me
Because if no one quotes you
You probably haven’t said a thing worth saying

Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We all just want to die a little bit

We fear that pop culture
Is the only kind of culture we’re ever gonna have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching TV
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we’re addicted to the things we hate
We don’t run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you

Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
The only reason you’re still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We owe so much money we’re not broke, we’re broken
We’re so poor we can’t even pay attention

So what do you want?
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you’re terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Sky high and fucked
Let’s stop praying for someone
To save us and start saving ourselves
Let’s stop this and start over
Let’s go out
Let’s keep going

Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
This is your life
This is your fucking life
America
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
America
America

Quit whining you haven’t done
Anything wrong because frankly
You haven’t done much of anything
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
Someone’s writing down your mistakes
Someone’s documenting your downfall

Written and Composed by: Sascha Konietzko, Nicole Blackman, F.M. Einheit, and Gunter Schulz

From: drax26 anguis in herba
Date: 2/26/08 @ 2:43 PM
fire my corpsified ass out of a cannon
preferably into a kindergarten class at a local catholic school
please rig the corpse to play an audio track on repeat after impact
the audio track should say:

ha ha, where is your god now?

posed pictures are at a level of inauthenticity that turns my digestive organs in an uncomfortable fashion.

people don’t want thorough and informed interaction. they are looking for little more than something to kill the time with.

TOKYO (Reuters) – A Japanese man was arrested for trespassing this week after turning up at a high school dressed in a girl’s uniform and a long wig, local police said.

Thirty-nine-year-old Tetsunori Nanpei told police he had bought the uniform over the Internet and put it on to take a stroll near the school in Saitama, north of Tokyo, on Wednesday, the daily Asahi Shimbun said.

When students standing outside the gates started to scream at the sight of him, he dashed inside the school grounds, hoping to blend in with the crowds of teenagers, the paper said.

They also screamed, forcing the man to flee, losing his wig in the process. A school clerk pursued him and stopped him at a nearby riverbank, the paper said.

Police confirmed the arrest of the man in school uniform and wig but declined to give further details.

(Reporting by Isabel Reynolds; Editing by Alex Richardson)

sometimes surviving can be its own death sentence

RIP hunter

“i have always held that, if he who bases his hopes on human nature is a fool, he who gives up in face of circumstances is a coward.”

-albert camus

“I believe in a long, prolonged derangement of the senses to attain the unknown. Our pale reasoning hides the infinite from us.”

-Jim Morrison