Thursday, November 05, 2009

Amerikan Holidays

With the use of drones we seem to be slipping over the event horizon, falling into some black hole of soullessness.
The descent will accelerate, gravity's rainbow the gleam in
Moloch's unblinking eye.

The Sound of Empire

Raindrops on poppies and pay-offs to puppets
Bright copper pipelines exploding like muppets
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored phonies and crisp'd wedding parties
Death bells and gut smells and robotic sorties
Wild drones that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses all blown to high heaven
Phosphorus that stays on their nose like hell's leaven
Silver white people that melt into goo
These are a few of my favorite things

When The Hague bites
When the blogs sting
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.


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