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Segway Jihad
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Mullet-Trotting Serengeti Marathon
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MyBallsAreChattering 

Before that which is, all was not
Less the Sweet Waters of Habsu
Chthhulhu Amah-Ushumgal-Anna
Triumvirate of Most High

Spirits of the Deep Waters, remember
Humbaba, Lord of the Forest, remember

From the Sweet Bitter all that is came
Creation of man and their gods
But man, fashioning overwhelm
Could not see the Light which he holds

Spirits of Purifying Flames, remember
Anunna, Gods of the Skies, remember
Anunnaki, Judges of Ur, remember
Anunnaki, Weighers of the Truth, be praised

The gift of flesh
Was in fact life’s curse
Although born one in the same
In Spirit, but the flesh all too coarse

Discord, among the gods of men
Although they were brothers
Diversities grew
Overshadowing their connection
On the clearest of days they are
One in the same
Pettiest of purpose
Degenerates things to their crudest form
Being loathsome to Habsu
Zi-Zi Badur-Ku-Ku, Kanpa

Warring, in the Belly of Tiamat
Brothers do battle
Principalities of folly
Disturb the Mummu
The One Who Bore All Was
Appalled by their ways
Her Dream Time was of no peace
Their fleshly behavior
Overbeating and proud
She despised them
Zi Zi Anunnaki, Kanpa

The Ways of the Underworld are Perfect
Not to be questioned by that of the brute
Clearly beyond the understanding
Of that which is ruled by the drives of the flesh
For whom shall then oppose
The Lights of Asag, Purifying Flames
Come child, the Anunnaki wait
Truth is the Weapon no pity it holds

The ways of the flesh
Barbaric behavior patterns
Flesh over Spirit, the motivator of the worthless
The ways of the flesh
The evolution is minimal
I watch as your kingdoms rise and fall
Causing no effective change
Your military
Command structure of impotence
A gross misuse of force
By leaders who lack in vision
Your gods
Evidence of your weakness
Your focus is one with delusion
You worship that which means your end

Rise up, O Mahummuhu
The Judgement is passed
The treachery is clear
They shalt become empty like the wind
The emptiest of shells so shall they be
O Great Mother
The Armies shall rise with Weapons
No pity they hold
From Your Great Mummu
The Serpents shall come
Venom for blood
And the Glory of Gods

Spirits of the Flames, remember
Anunna, Gods of the Skies, remember
Anunnaki, Judges of Ur, remember
Anunnaki, Weighers of the Truth, be praised

Mahummuhu Gal-Gal
Me-Gal-Gal-Zu Ga Hul
Amah-Ushumgal-Anna
Me-Gal-Gal-Zu Ga Hul

Our father thy will be done
I have denied this life its worth
I will not be the victim
Sickness to you my master
were to getting worse
Hope it kills you faster
Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out
This vigil burns
Until the day our fires overtake you.
Our father we forsake you
Blesses be his name
Nothing now the same
Ask me why I hate
Why I’ve prayed to see the nation that I love disintegrate
And gladly give my life
The revolution regenerates
In honor of the strife of those who’ve died
In generations before for your blood stained glory
I reject you
I deny you
I defy you to continue
I defy you to continue
In honor of the strife of those who’ve died
In generations before for your blood stained glory
I reject you
I deny you
I defy you to continue
Smite the shepherd and the sheep will be scattered

AVARICE, OP. Avarice.

The monsters are made,
and we have proven that we will be one of them.
The whores take the stage…flash our skills…
gotta draw ‘em in…gotta keep ‘em on their toes…
don’t show them how you truly are…who would want honesty…
who would want a group of people that one can relate with.
We need worship, we need devotion…
becoming gods from the image that is thrown…
thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort…
it’s not a musical journey anymore…
they chose Camilla and we stood by her the entire time…
monotonous expression…a forced replica of a tired sound…
puppets for a greed-driven carnival…
the same charade as the passing years…
force me out there. Don’t give them a chance.
They want to be fed…fed a simple replication of past greatness.
(Things have changed…we have changed.
Personal happiness is what we strive to achieve…
so you can love or hate…it won’t change a thing for us.)

Step back. Evaluate. Recognize.

We just need to throw some new ideas in…
(It) will eventually get out of this closed off circle we are part of…
it’s all the same.
This is all we have when we die.
It’s what’s left of us when we die.
We will be remembered for this.

White wall

sooon..

“Neuromancer tells the story of Case, an out-of-work computer hacker hired by an unknown patron to participate in a seemingly impossible crime. The novel examines the concepts of artificial intelligence, virtual reality, genetic engineering, multinational corporations overpowering the traditional nation-state, and cyberspace long before these ideas became fashionable in popular culture.”