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| Feb 23rd, 2006 09:03 PM | |
| glowbelly | oh god please. now you're just being all silly. |
| Feb 23rd, 2006 06:31 PM | |
| Pharaoh | Great poem Kulturkampf. |
| Feb 21st, 2006 07:54 AM | |
| Kulturkampf |
There is a Korean guy here we Call Sid Biskis because... Is it similar to Sid Vicious, and Koreans cannot say Vs and they just see a Cand think it is a K... Great story. |
| Feb 10th, 2006 02:16 PM | |
| glowbelly |
 ggallin rar 
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| Feb 9th, 2006 02:54 AM | |
| Sacks | Whatever man Anti-Flag is the punkest ok its just in their blood they bleed beer bottles and middle fingers they are too legit to quit you don't even know what you're talking about. |
| Feb 9th, 2006 02:27 AM | |
| Kulturkampf |
Anti-Flag is a shitty band that dresses up like emo boys these days to get more attention and sell more records. Listen to some real punk music. |
| Feb 8th, 2006 03:23 AM | |
| Sacks |
you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! there's a gulf war vet, dying a slow, cold death and the government says, "we don't know the source of his sickness." but don't believe what they say, because your government is lying they've done it before and don't you know they'll do it again a secret test, government built virus "subject test group: gulf battle field troops" you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! first world war veterans slaughtered, by general eisenhower you give them your life, they give you a stab in the back radiation, agent orange, tested on U.S souls guinea pigs for western corporations i never have, i never will pledge allegiance to their flag you're getting used, you'll end up dead! you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! i don't need you to tell me what to do and i don't need you to tell me what to be... fuck you! i don't need you to tell me what to say and i don't need you to tell me what to think! what to think! what to think, what to think, what to think, think, think, think! you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! you've gotta die, gotta die, die for your country? that's shit! you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! that's shit! 
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| Feb 8th, 2006 02:43 AM | |
| Kulturkampf |
You Have A Commitment To High Ideals This is a poem I am proud of: YOU HAVE A COMMITMENT TO HIGH IDEALS (AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY ARE) You have a commitment to high ideals and you don't know what they are; now they have crept up on you as a death sentence in a foreign swamp, shirt stuck to you through sweat and a you have a dirty face; a half grin comes upon you as you remember a day when you were a teen-ager. You came home on the last day of school with your friends and asked your dad for a beer -- You were 18 and your dad smiled and gave you one of his own. You and your friends walked around the town and talked about baseball players and coquettish girls, you spent the night drinking beer until you could afford only one more -- you shared it and parted ways forever to go to a jungle and to fight a war for an Empire. Now a terrible sound familiar to a war movie on a screen rages and you've forgotten to lie low -- a bullet collapses you and you no longer complain of water in your boots or your pungent smell, but you look to the heavens and complain to a god that you are here. Did you die for a Nation or as a soldier of the righteous? Did you die in the name of something better? Maybe not. Did you die because you live as a Samurai or a Knight? Did you die because you were too brave? Maybe not. You have a commitment to high ideals, you thought, and you couldn't put your finger on them. It was something about a nation and a hometown, and something about a baseball player you saw hit a homerun and a girl whose hand wandered into yours during a film; It was something about a photograph of your grandfather when he was younger and wearing a uniform; it was something about a glorious song and a book you once read about an Adventurer and it was something about wanting to be a man, no matter what, and to die as a man. You smiled lazily and looked at the god and said: forget it. You have a commitment to high ideals, and you don't know what they are. |
