Nightmares In The Name Of Dreams

so there's nothing left to do but time...scribbling in the corner of my room knowing those who can see it cannot read...and those who can read cannot see it...as we go through the hollow ritual of decoration as the world burns...leaving us to demonize the past as a prelude to praising our perverted present...

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you never fully sleep on death row...just fitful starts and stops in pools of sweat brought on from worldly exhaustion...waiting for the bell to toll, an exercise in tortuous evil committed on men both innocent and guilty...but always from men of tortuous evil...

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"Ize Nose ewe! Ewe won dem pinko commy faggats knot lettins gud peeples havin gunz in there travelins! Tryinns ta gets alls kilt!"

"Oh, no. Just the opposite. I think every kid should be issued a full on bazooka when they turn 18. That'll keep us safe!"

"Wot's ewes outta yur mined! Cants bee givin kidz wepons liken thats!"

"OK, you're the safety expert. Where do you draw the line?"

"Mee's? Ize drawz lion ats lernin dem CRT!"