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Spine's Poetic Uttering's

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DARK KNIGHT OF OUR SOULS
Poison is allowed to skin... to corrode heart
Modern society is sensitive to nothing, chaos reigns
Corruption is ignored, lies control opinion
Man has little control of its knight, all sin
Sin is relative
All is relative
Sin has no existence
The dark knight reigns
jd
LEMMING CHILDREN
I become what they detest; a non conformist survivalist
Without fear, or regret they call me a criminal
Freedom and liberty with their restraints
Keep the animal population weak so it cannot challenge
Break through your bondage of ignorance my lemming children
This is my plea to the animal jd
GOOD EVIL???
Hooray for the creatures who feast upon the dead
Hooray for the horrific visions that roam madmans head
Hooray for the crimson liquid upon the sword
Hooray for the tenatiously wicked lord
Hooray to evil for can't you see
Without it goodness could not be jd

PHUCK PRESCHOOL
Parents who feel the need to send their children to preschool piss me off. "Well dear Big Brother says we should send junior to head start so we can institutionalize him before he can even rationalize where the toilet is". Give me a break!!!
Kids need those first few precious years to do whatever makes them happy because they will won't be able to again until retirement.
So all you trendy, yuppie, jackoff parents who feel the need to send your child into the gauntlet before they have to; Please give your kids those first few years. jd

RACISM SIMPLIFIED
People who hate eachother based on race cannot grasp the larger picture that they also contribute to. Calling a black person (and yes I do call them black not "African American" because people don't call me a European American) a nigger is ultimately calling that induvidual an asshole. "Nigger" is simply a derogatory term that is meant to cause a deeper harm that is fueled by stereotypes. I have heard people say to me "J.D. all black people are no good niggers but I know at least a couple I like". This is one collosaly idiotic remark for two reasons. One: its an oxymoron Two: It is not possible to meet and get to know personally an entire race of mankind. Perhaps the majority of people you have met that meet the requirements of a certain race have been assholes but it is an abomination to write them all off as being unacceptable. Racism is a vrey small piece of the hatred puzzle. jd

ME AND MY BUDDY "WEISER"
This is a tale that took place in the Janesville (Wag Shoppe) location. What this does is describe an instant of total bliss where nothing can worsen your perfect state. I would like to stress that it had little to do with the prescence of beer; but you could call me a liar if I said it did not have its roll and be correct. Anyway.......
It was cold, butt ass cold. You could have spit off the apartments balcony and hear it shatter below. There I was fast asleep in a rickedy, old, fake leather, recliner dreaming of whatever then I suddenly shot up. "Shit its 5:46 am" I said aloud as if adressing an uninterested wag patron. My mouth was dry as a middle aged pussy. J.D. needs liquid substance. I took parting glances at all of the pale faces of loved ones and the ones of not so loved. 'This place was the apitomy of activity only two short hours ago' I thought to myself. Now its a vast wasteland of burnt out drunks (sorta' like AA!!!). I decided to scour this wasteland in search of the vile poison that caused this temporary pschycosis to impale my brethren. The beers in the fridge were witches titty cold and soothing to the touch and appealing to the eye. I twisted the cap off and took the ceremonial first pull that only a seasoned beer patron can appreciate. Stinging at first then like a aloe leaf to a skin abbrasion makes it a-okay again. A bit of foam trickled down my stubbled chin as I made my way back to the leather chariot, charging across the wasteland yet once again. I reached home and took one more swig of the poison devil juice and sat and gazed, gazed and sat until finaly an ominous feeling swept over me. "Shit I have to piss" I said once again adressing the invisible wag. I pissed with the door open for all the world to see remembering olden times of open air urination. When the clear liquid decided to release me from my lutrine prison I made my way back to the chariot only to find it abducted by a nazi who I choose not to name (Jobu....sorry). 'Oh well' I thought 'might as well see whats going on outside with the sheep'. I opened the balcony and let a steady cold stream of breath into the cave and stealthly (if possible for me) crept out into the world. The first thing I saw was a poor sheep in his thaturn (meant to be spelled that way) coupe vehicle. There was only a miniscule amount of hell brew to polish off which I wasn't a bit reluctant to take on. 'Well Spine you sexy bitch back to bed wicha'' I thought as I took my final resting place on the hallowed ground of the kitchen floor. As slumberinity again returned to my body a thought struck me with polar bear force. 'This is my utopia everything about this moment is good fair and true. There with my other family nothing could touch me nothing could hinder me nothing really existed but untainted bliss. But this moment had its bitter-sweet side I knew it would be the one of the very rare times a moment like this would occour. So I slid into the state shared by my brothers with a solitary tear on my brow.

BLISS OF THE BLIND
Wait.....
Wait.....
Wait.....
Lets climb the infinity horizon to the sun.
Lets scale pain to reach ignorance.
Lets see how far we can go.
Lets see.....
Wait.....
Those who have passed are gone.
The purple general has escorted them to their place in nothing.
Maybe to be planted again.
Maybe to torture themselves with fatigued memories of pseudo hapiness.
Maybe.....
Who is to utter?
Come to my side of the sun.

BAY OF BASTARDS
There down a ways waves an ocean of orange lies.

Bordering this vile ocean is a land where blasphemous beasts of all kind roam this death-land.

There are others...

Who do not speak they are........

Dead!!!

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