Half asleap I check my mail only to find that email.com has been bought out. By who you ask? Xoom...the lousers the love to stick junk on everything that passes through thier infastructure. Bloody insane. I once had a xoom webpage. Only once, it sucked. Hatred of them swells up to an unimaginable level of force.

Oh, they gave me something to make it better, a 10$ gift cirtificate from barnsandnobel.com. But it's only good for the next 10 days, and I have to buy 40$ worth of stuff or more for it to be of use. Not to mention I can't use it in the real stores. What kind of prize is this? It's not one. It sucks. It's more like giving a dying man something for the pain...like a good beating. Boody insane.

Kick back and get farther behind, see them as they fuck up all the good things on the earth with thier mind. But what can you do. You mean nothing to the world, and the only thing you twist is your mind. The worlds falling apart at the rifts, and the leaders can't do anything about it. But what can you do. The morons are in power so we kick back and get farther behind. Oh what can you do, Oh what can you do!

Do what you must, do what you can, break all the fucking rules, and go to hell with superman, YAH!

Imortality in our mastermind, destroy everything that we find...tommorow when the human clock stops ticking. We will be left in our own debries. The only ones who can precive it. Of course the nightly news will decive us.

Here inside this quiet room thier is direction, outside in the sultry moon time reflection. A milion people scurry looking for advice...Interpret my intentions. They don't know I'm alright. Who offered blueprints, and made us captions. The children by the millions are thrown into the zoo. Interprent my intentions you don't know I'm alright. So many walk in paralel and hold thier blinders tight. Interpret my intentions, you don't know I'm alright.

God shed his grace on thee, farmers, commandos, disgruntal workers. Bisness institutions, the big university. I can't belive my eyes. God shed his grace on thee.

A face on the net, a fish in a pond, your telivision set. You belive it all. Look for some meaning, cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees. Convince yourself, your ideas. Still thiers a problem. You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees.

You have a lot on your head, and nobody is going to pay attention when you are dead!

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