LOL@ how good this shit is.
Download it, then buy it, please.
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Yea, thats fucking right. Botch and NOrma Jean in one fucking post.
Yea, I'm fucking doing it. I've heard about all the comparisons and that Norma Jean are biters and frankly, I'm chalking it up to influence. Any guitarist whose been so greatly inspired by a band or another guitarist knows emulation is inevitable. I think this Norma Jean album makes that obvious, painfully obvious in some moments. I flipped out when I heard the riff reminding me of Botch's Japam. Also died a little inside, but thats another story.
Norma Jean - Oh God, the aftermath
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Now, my droogs, Botch.
I only recently discovered this album. Until a week ago, I was under the impression I had all of their shit. I still don't fuckign have all their shit, but this is basically a colllection of the shit of theirs that is hard as shit to fucking find. So shit, here it is. Listen, and listen well.
Botch - Unifying Themes Redux
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Norma Jean - Oh God, the aftermath
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Now, my droogs, Botch.
I only recently discovered this album. Until a week ago, I was under the impression I had all of their shit. I still don't fuckign have all their shit, but this is basically a colllection of the shit of theirs that is hard as shit to fucking find. So shit, here it is. Listen, and listen well.
Botch - Unifying Themes Redux
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Ceremonyyyyyyyyy
I'm not saying shit. Not a goddamn thing. This is fucking Ceremony. I need to see them live. Shit, if ever anger was perfectly channeled through instrumentation, it is here and every other time this band starts thrashing upon their instruments. Fuck it, I've already said too much. Download this. Fucking download it and then buy it and then love it and then hate everything.
Ceremony - Still Nothing Moves You
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Ceremony - Still Nothing Moves You
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Face Candy - This where we were
Eyedea, over the past couple of months, has really began to stand out as an artist to me. For one thing, its his ability to encapsulate philosophies into well written stories and fine tuned verses, and another thing is he is one of few people who can freestyle about anything on his mind and make it a coherent speech rather than something that sounds like a freestyle or shittily constructed rap verse.
This album is basically him and a few other MC's getting on stage and doing some improv jazz freestyling. What manifests is beautiful, emotive, and one of a kind in every way necessary. Highly recommended.
Face Candy - This is Where We Were
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This album is basically him and a few other MC's getting on stage and doing some improv jazz freestyling. What manifests is beautiful, emotive, and one of a kind in every way necessary. Highly recommended.
Face Candy - This is Where We Were
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DDDDDDDUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDEEEEEE
This fucking album is my shit. It blends deathcore (lolol) with like, post metal, mathcore, hardcore punk, and whatever. Its badass. Give it a listen if you're pissed off about anything.
If there is no reason there that interest you, what if I told you the band was named Harlots?! Tell me thats not a great name. Now you totally have to listen.
Harlots - Betrayer
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If there is no reason there that interest you, what if I told you the band was named Harlots?! Tell me thats not a great name. Now you totally have to listen.
Harlots - Betrayer
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When they find a cure for pain,
Thats the day I throw my drugs away.
This album is pretty different from what I usually listen to, the addition of a sax and sort of upbeat-tempos are not my thing, normally. It meshes well together with singer Mark Sandman's voice and is counterbalanced with fairly depressing lyrics. Its all good though, Its pretty easy to enjoy and I'd suggest them if you're a fan of the classic songwriters of modern music like Cohen, Cave, Costello, Dylan, and so on.
Morphine - Cure for Pain
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This album is pretty different from what I usually listen to, the addition of a sax and sort of upbeat-tempos are not my thing, normally. It meshes well together with singer Mark Sandman's voice and is counterbalanced with fairly depressing lyrics. Its all good though, Its pretty easy to enjoy and I'd suggest them if you're a fan of the classic songwriters of modern music like Cohen, Cave, Costello, Dylan, and so on.
Morphine - Cure for Pain
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The world isn't against you, my dear.
It just doesn't care.
Great album, all around. Its too bad bands like this lose steam or whatever and can't last forever. I'm glad they came into existence, though. Its great music for people with a need to listen to music.
Moder Life is War - WItness
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Great album, all around. Its too bad bands like this lose steam or whatever and can't last forever. I'm glad they came into existence, though. Its great music for people with a need to listen to music.
Moder Life is War - WItness
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Blacklisted - Heavier than Heaven, Lonelier than God
This cd is fuckign kickin'. Great lyrics, great straight forward, hard hitting hardcore made for those forced to be hard at heart. Check it.
Blacklisted - Heavier than Heaven, Lonelier than God
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Blacklisted - Heavier than Heaven, Lonelier than God
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Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
'YOu're very angry', No no no, discontent. Disappointed in my species. Look at the gift we were given, this great brain, this wonderful brain that can distinguish between itself and other things. And what are we doing? Everybody wants a salad shooter, and sneakers with lights in them, its this merchandise, and a jacket thats got Michael Jordan's picture on it.
This pursuit of goods. On an individual level, its trying to get the newest lawnmower. On a corporate level, its this cut throat dog eat dog killer.
This pursuit of goods. On an individual level, its trying to get the newest lawnmower. On a corporate level, its this cut throat dog eat dog killer.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Tim Kinsella's classic letter asking bands to disband.
Beirut. The Patriot Act. Palestine. Africa. Wal-Mart. Clear Channel. Peak oil. Global devastation. The backward talk of those in power that dominates and suffocates our cultural discourse. Overpopulation. The dawning of neo-feudalist Theocracy in America. It's a busy, interesting place we've got here. Lots of information aimed at us. The hidden hand of power.
But beyond our control, dark energy, string theory, conceptions of an infinite mutiverse render any issues of free obsolete. We are really only allowed questions. WE can't understand anything. How could we? We live at the lip of the bubble of understanding of our own designs - never not curious, and never able to poke through.
So my point - I do have one - is that in our world, the most basic requirement we share is kept in balance only if it's shaken in many directions at the same time. And what can any of us do to help rectify the situation? We must integrate our politics into our lifestyle, acknowledge that every bridge, hook, melody and sales strategy has political demensions.
In short, I am asking that every band that appeared in the August 2006 issue of Alternative Press break up.
Sorry.
Desperate times require desperate measures. There's no good reason why "ex-rockstar" shouldn't be the most common job in the future. It's obvious from flipping through an issue of this magazine that there are too many bands, all trying in different ways to look and sound like each other. It's unsustainable. Why don't you guys all save yourself the inevitable worry and humiliation the future holds, break up now, and be the first mass movement in cutural history to self-consciously commit suicide?
There are pictures of maybe half a dozen people in that issue that I know, trust, respect and consider my friends. And I'm sorry to ask this of you guys, some of you have helped us in the past, and I appreciate it, but our country needs you. Your bands have to break up. You guys on the cover (one of you was 13 in 2001, so you're now at draft age), we need you to quit.
Even you guys that just had a thumbnail band photo in an ad, sorry. Collateral damage, I guess. However you each choose to understand it, let's all agree we need to draw the line clearly. Every band whose name is even mentioned in the August 2006 issue of AP must break up immediately. So, Cute Is What We Aim For, consider your new aim ansering the call of our country. Underoath, pledge allegiance to the freedom of your fellow citizens. Circa Survive, you ran an add, and I'm sorry, that's enough. You must not survive.
I know this seems like a bummer to you guys, but think about it. Throughout history, music has been at the center of every culture. Music is what people have always had between them to help each other understand how to live. The values of a culture are hiddin within its music. And I dont mean that in a Christian-rock or straight-edge way. I mean our culture is not only sick, but its taking the whole world down with it, and its symptoms are in song structures and rituals of performance.
The simplistic, sensational, emotionalistim of soaring crescendos - whose success or failure relate only to how familiar they seem on first listen - must become tired and redundant by design. When you reach your saturation point and can no longer react to these octave chords' urgent demands, then what? Will all displays of emotion seem silly? Mustn't it be true, like the boy who cried wolf, that every feigned-spontaneous emotional signifier thrust upon you by some band will just deaden your sense of empathy in the future? Perhaps even in a real-world situation, with real-world consequences? If TV and reality can be so interwined, past signifiers of rebellion is rebellion, and this is punk rock, why not?
Don't the sensationalist requirements of vicarious catharsis ask so much, that our empathy will be spent before it ever has a chance to blossom? I mean, I might not be able to understand when someone is hurting - and in turn know how to help them - if my formative experiences with understanding emotions is via these fashionable men and women.
But it's not too late. If the bands break up, maybe we can have music again in the future, and we will be able to hear it for what it is - not what it's being sold as.
I know this is a lot to ask of bands. And no one 22-year-old New Jersey kid is to blame - it's the design that is flawed. But one can't stay quiet. One has a responsibility to stand up for what one sees as god and right in the world, and if my plea can make a difference in even one young band's life - if just one band breaks up - my work here will have been worth it.
But beyond our control, dark energy, string theory, conceptions of an infinite mutiverse render any issues of free obsolete. We are really only allowed questions. WE can't understand anything. How could we? We live at the lip of the bubble of understanding of our own designs - never not curious, and never able to poke through.
So my point - I do have one - is that in our world, the most basic requirement we share is kept in balance only if it's shaken in many directions at the same time. And what can any of us do to help rectify the situation? We must integrate our politics into our lifestyle, acknowledge that every bridge, hook, melody and sales strategy has political demensions.
In short, I am asking that every band that appeared in the August 2006 issue of Alternative Press break up.
Sorry.
Desperate times require desperate measures. There's no good reason why "ex-rockstar" shouldn't be the most common job in the future. It's obvious from flipping through an issue of this magazine that there are too many bands, all trying in different ways to look and sound like each other. It's unsustainable. Why don't you guys all save yourself the inevitable worry and humiliation the future holds, break up now, and be the first mass movement in cutural history to self-consciously commit suicide?
There are pictures of maybe half a dozen people in that issue that I know, trust, respect and consider my friends. And I'm sorry to ask this of you guys, some of you have helped us in the past, and I appreciate it, but our country needs you. Your bands have to break up. You guys on the cover (one of you was 13 in 2001, so you're now at draft age), we need you to quit.
Even you guys that just had a thumbnail band photo in an ad, sorry. Collateral damage, I guess. However you each choose to understand it, let's all agree we need to draw the line clearly. Every band whose name is even mentioned in the August 2006 issue of AP must break up immediately. So, Cute Is What We Aim For, consider your new aim ansering the call of our country. Underoath, pledge allegiance to the freedom of your fellow citizens. Circa Survive, you ran an add, and I'm sorry, that's enough. You must not survive.
I know this seems like a bummer to you guys, but think about it. Throughout history, music has been at the center of every culture. Music is what people have always had between them to help each other understand how to live. The values of a culture are hiddin within its music. And I dont mean that in a Christian-rock or straight-edge way. I mean our culture is not only sick, but its taking the whole world down with it, and its symptoms are in song structures and rituals of performance.
The simplistic, sensational, emotionalistim of soaring crescendos - whose success or failure relate only to how familiar they seem on first listen - must become tired and redundant by design. When you reach your saturation point and can no longer react to these octave chords' urgent demands, then what? Will all displays of emotion seem silly? Mustn't it be true, like the boy who cried wolf, that every feigned-spontaneous emotional signifier thrust upon you by some band will just deaden your sense of empathy in the future? Perhaps even in a real-world situation, with real-world consequences? If TV and reality can be so interwined, past signifiers of rebellion is rebellion, and this is punk rock, why not?
Don't the sensationalist requirements of vicarious catharsis ask so much, that our empathy will be spent before it ever has a chance to blossom? I mean, I might not be able to understand when someone is hurting - and in turn know how to help them - if my formative experiences with understanding emotions is via these fashionable men and women.
But it's not too late. If the bands break up, maybe we can have music again in the future, and we will be able to hear it for what it is - not what it's being sold as.
I know this is a lot to ask of bands. And no one 22-year-old New Jersey kid is to blame - it's the design that is flawed. But one can't stay quiet. One has a responsibility to stand up for what one sees as god and right in the world, and if my plea can make a difference in even one young band's life - if just one band breaks up - my work here will have been worth it.
Oh, thats why I'm indecent
People really don't enjoy considering everything, or most of reality. Seriously. I was thinking about how most of the people in the world doesn't even consider alternatives to creationism accurate or rational. I don't think thats necesasrily because they can't sit down and think about what is here and what both we and the universe are made up of, I think its because they never do.
ANd I think they never do because of how consuming these kind of thoughts are. There are tons of songs about this type of thing that songwriters write while stuck heavily in a moment of debate about all that we are. Songs are often the results of those deep, cosmic moments when a feeling so deeply or engulfing is felt. Same thing people usually end up feeling about death. I think that gives us a strong hint at what depression is about. No body gets depressed about having to fucking buy a new keyboard. We get depressed about immense changes that occur and must force us to some how become, what we view as, another person with new characteristics, new ideologies, new abilities, new pass times, new loves, new hates, new boredom, and so on.
And this would explain my pain. To consider all the moments in life that I do does consume me on a day to day basis. In the words of Dostoevsky, "I don't want to lie. Ivowed to myself not to." I don't tell myself death is some transition to a sweeter pasture where God reigns, I also don't tell myself its a burning pit. I hold on to these thoughts about my own death, the death of others, the consciousness of rent/love/food/careers/pain and all else we feel. I guess thats why jokes give us so much solace at times. Make a joke about death, and it seeps out of your unconscious mind and seems less of a threat because it makes you laugh at someone elses misery or something.
And whats worse is I don't let myself misunderstand anything. Nothing. I don't have to know everything, but I want to be able to see the effects everything has on people. And there for every object, is an effect.
Which leads me to what I learned from an essay by Tim Kinsella of Cap n Jazz and, well, if you know Cap n Smhazz, you know what else he was in. He wrote an article about why a bunch of bands from some magazine should disband, but on a larger scale, why most music today is insincere and artifice and said "if TV and reality can be so interwined, past signifiers of rebellion is rebellion, and this is punk rock, why not?" Meaning if tv and reality can be so intertwined, the line between cause and effect blurred, symbols of past rebellions encouraging current rebellion, then why can't punk rock also have that same effect on people? Specifically, I believe the effect he was talkign about was rebellion, but it made me consider just how much we're manipulated by, even without knowing. From the way people talk to you growing up, to the way every fucking street has to have a billboard or some ideal a business believes you should covet.
To go back to my point, I deeply consider what the effect of everything is, and what role it plays in manifesting our perspectives about life and how to deal with tragedy, disappointment, and success. This is a lot to fuckign think about. I say that not as a cry for help or an acknowledgement of triumph. But I do feel that if we should actually make progress, we have to be willign to face our fears of feeling like pawns in the rich's hands or scared as fuck by the thought of what may be inevitable.
And to go back to my original, now almost completely forgotten, point: I suppose considering all this makes me indifferent to and hateful of a lot of things that are supposedly the best things this world has to offer. I may change my position in the future about somethings that I now hate, and as long as I have an appreciation for human life, love, indignation, and peace, I don't give a fuck. I've learned to welcome change in my philosophies, and changing the broad ones can only change me so much. This would be why I don't even consider most of the shit people say, because I know its backed by an artificial love for very unnecessary things in life. I might seem like a bigot, but I'm not. I'm just certain that people don't give a shit about anything important. Now I'm mad.
This moment of veiled narcissism is brought to you by god not helping, music helping, women refusing, and men controlling. Also by knowing that the biggest amalgamation of people in LA in most recent years has been parades in celebration for a fucking basketball team.
ANd I think they never do because of how consuming these kind of thoughts are. There are tons of songs about this type of thing that songwriters write while stuck heavily in a moment of debate about all that we are. Songs are often the results of those deep, cosmic moments when a feeling so deeply or engulfing is felt. Same thing people usually end up feeling about death. I think that gives us a strong hint at what depression is about. No body gets depressed about having to fucking buy a new keyboard. We get depressed about immense changes that occur and must force us to some how become, what we view as, another person with new characteristics, new ideologies, new abilities, new pass times, new loves, new hates, new boredom, and so on.
And this would explain my pain. To consider all the moments in life that I do does consume me on a day to day basis. In the words of Dostoevsky, "I don't want to lie. Ivowed to myself not to." I don't tell myself death is some transition to a sweeter pasture where God reigns, I also don't tell myself its a burning pit. I hold on to these thoughts about my own death, the death of others, the consciousness of rent/love/food/careers/pain and all else we feel. I guess thats why jokes give us so much solace at times. Make a joke about death, and it seeps out of your unconscious mind and seems less of a threat because it makes you laugh at someone elses misery or something.
And whats worse is I don't let myself misunderstand anything. Nothing. I don't have to know everything, but I want to be able to see the effects everything has on people. And there for every object, is an effect.
Which leads me to what I learned from an essay by Tim Kinsella of Cap n Jazz and, well, if you know Cap n Smhazz, you know what else he was in. He wrote an article about why a bunch of bands from some magazine should disband, but on a larger scale, why most music today is insincere and artifice and said "if TV and reality can be so interwined, past signifiers of rebellion is rebellion, and this is punk rock, why not?" Meaning if tv and reality can be so intertwined, the line between cause and effect blurred, symbols of past rebellions encouraging current rebellion, then why can't punk rock also have that same effect on people? Specifically, I believe the effect he was talkign about was rebellion, but it made me consider just how much we're manipulated by, even without knowing. From the way people talk to you growing up, to the way every fucking street has to have a billboard or some ideal a business believes you should covet.
To go back to my point, I deeply consider what the effect of everything is, and what role it plays in manifesting our perspectives about life and how to deal with tragedy, disappointment, and success. This is a lot to fuckign think about. I say that not as a cry for help or an acknowledgement of triumph. But I do feel that if we should actually make progress, we have to be willign to face our fears of feeling like pawns in the rich's hands or scared as fuck by the thought of what may be inevitable.
And to go back to my original, now almost completely forgotten, point: I suppose considering all this makes me indifferent to and hateful of a lot of things that are supposedly the best things this world has to offer. I may change my position in the future about somethings that I now hate, and as long as I have an appreciation for human life, love, indignation, and peace, I don't give a fuck. I've learned to welcome change in my philosophies, and changing the broad ones can only change me so much. This would be why I don't even consider most of the shit people say, because I know its backed by an artificial love for very unnecessary things in life. I might seem like a bigot, but I'm not. I'm just certain that people don't give a shit about anything important. Now I'm mad.
This moment of veiled narcissism is brought to you by god not helping, music helping, women refusing, and men controlling. Also by knowing that the biggest amalgamation of people in LA in most recent years has been parades in celebration for a fucking basketball team.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sick of mankind.
Years ago, I concluded that people can ultimately be split into two groups: people who accept reality and people who perpetuate their own perceived version of reality.
Now I see that people who perpetuate their own lie aren't all horrible people. They're also very kind and nice and try to make life seem like what it isn't. We are apart of a society, albeit composed of figments and principles that too were simply created. And suffering is a part of this society, as well as the world at large. To discuss life like we're some leaves at the edge of earth's branches or like life is beautiful as it is, is to lie. It is not beautiful. We have ran the planet to ruin and we done even worse with each other.
The sooner we admit this, the sooner we can work on actually making life as beautiful as it should be. In the meantime, I'm not going to be some fucking optimist pushing aside my logic and telling myself all those people out there, somewhere, that I don't know who are as unhappy as any man or woman has ever been, don't exist or they're just irrelevant. To build a community of empathic beings who may not be the smartest, but understand what it is to be someone else is to bring peace. The only time a person would kill a loved one is to put them out of their misery, and if we reduced our misery, what reason would we have to harm one another?
And with that, I leave a song for the sentiment.
Ceremony - Sick
Sick of drying up in the sun
Sick of this island
Sick of fun
Sick of being sober
Sick of starting over
Sick of Black Flag
Sick of Cro-Mags.
Sick of living
Sick of people dying
Sick of the buying
Sick of trying
Sick of television
Sick of telephones
Sick of homophobes
Sick of condos.
Sick of the GOP
Sick of liberals
Sick of me
Sick of Obama
Sick of head trauma
So very tired of feeling sick.
Sick of living in America
Sick of mass hysteria
Sick of realism
Sick of Buddhism
Sick of long boards
Sick of hardcore
Sick of Baptists
Sick of atheists
Sick of police
Sick of yuppies
Sick of paying rent
Sick of being bent
Sick of hearing lies
Sick of mankind.
Now I see that people who perpetuate their own lie aren't all horrible people. They're also very kind and nice and try to make life seem like what it isn't. We are apart of a society, albeit composed of figments and principles that too were simply created. And suffering is a part of this society, as well as the world at large. To discuss life like we're some leaves at the edge of earth's branches or like life is beautiful as it is, is to lie. It is not beautiful. We have ran the planet to ruin and we done even worse with each other.
The sooner we admit this, the sooner we can work on actually making life as beautiful as it should be. In the meantime, I'm not going to be some fucking optimist pushing aside my logic and telling myself all those people out there, somewhere, that I don't know who are as unhappy as any man or woman has ever been, don't exist or they're just irrelevant. To build a community of empathic beings who may not be the smartest, but understand what it is to be someone else is to bring peace. The only time a person would kill a loved one is to put them out of their misery, and if we reduced our misery, what reason would we have to harm one another?
And with that, I leave a song for the sentiment.
Ceremony - Sick
Sick of drying up in the sun
Sick of this island
Sick of fun
Sick of being sober
Sick of starting over
Sick of Black Flag
Sick of Cro-Mags.
Sick of living
Sick of people dying
Sick of the buying
Sick of trying
Sick of television
Sick of telephones
Sick of homophobes
Sick of condos.
Sick of the GOP
Sick of liberals
Sick of me
Sick of Obama
Sick of head trauma
So very tired of feeling sick.
Sick of living in America
Sick of mass hysteria
Sick of realism
Sick of Buddhism
Sick of long boards
Sick of hardcore
Sick of Baptists
Sick of atheists
Sick of police
Sick of yuppies
Sick of paying rent
Sick of being bent
Sick of hearing lies
Sick of mankind.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
More Fieldtree
AWesomesauce. I've spent at least around a year just hoping I would stumble upon this band's music or be able to find it on amazon or something. I still want a physical copy, but I'll settle with this. This is everything they've released, including the 7" I uploaded like months ago.
Enjoy this shit, I know I will.
Part 1
Part 2
Enjoy this shit, I know I will.
Part 1
Part 2
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Fuck the academy,
fuck it so hard as the laws of physics will allow,
even if one thrust demolishes it entirely.
Fuck it like there is no graduation tomorrow.
Fuck it until it bleeds grammatically correct sentences
from its divisional pores of useless information.
Fuck it with every number 2 pencil the god it believes it is
cursed me to buy.
Fuck it with every research paper I've wasted weekends
writing as a useless condom.
Fuck it while I read up on how to love it and trust its
all-knowing nature.
Fuck it for thinking it knows everything, when its what created everything.
Fuck it.
Just
Fuck it.
Fuck it so as to feel like I did something with my life.
Fuck it so some miserable young man or woman won't have to get fucked
by it in decades to come.
Fuck it for its sins it'll never remiss or repent for.
Fuck it for the poison its planted in the hearts of my peers.
Fuck it for ruining the humility of our species's most intelligent.
Fuck it for being a stupid fucking waste of fucking time.
fuck it so hard as the laws of physics will allow,
even if one thrust demolishes it entirely.
Fuck it like there is no graduation tomorrow.
Fuck it until it bleeds grammatically correct sentences
from its divisional pores of useless information.
Fuck it with every number 2 pencil the god it believes it is
cursed me to buy.
Fuck it with every research paper I've wasted weekends
writing as a useless condom.
Fuck it while I read up on how to love it and trust its
all-knowing nature.
Fuck it for thinking it knows everything, when its what created everything.
Fuck it.
Just
Fuck it.
Fuck it so as to feel like I did something with my life.
Fuck it so some miserable young man or woman won't have to get fucked
by it in decades to come.
Fuck it for its sins it'll never remiss or repent for.
Fuck it for the poison its planted in the hearts of my peers.
Fuck it for ruining the humility of our species's most intelligent.
Fuck it for being a stupid fucking waste of fucking time.
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