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The Profiteers of MisfortuneThe profiteers of misfortuneThe Profiteers of Misfortune
We hear our enemies fund their violence through the drug trade Opium and heroine fund terrorist activity While Prosac and Morphine fund the our own brand of fear Uncle Sam is the ultimate pusher Wiping out the Competition, one kid at a time While the police kick in doors the politicians fund secret wars The helping hand of a dying empire held out around the world The Rum runners saved civilization
Maybe the drug smugglers shall do the same For our own good they outlaw our ability to choose And for a price they put a prescription i
by ~Jtswitch
Whiskey RamblingsWhiskey RamblingsWhiskey Ramblings
As the foam settles
Secrets whispered between strangers As though in a past life they were the best of friends Through beer goggles the world seems so much smaller The sun shines through the bottles Casting beautiful shades of vomit on the sidewalk Slipping and falling about
Stumble my dear friends
And let it all go now All that matters is the drink in your hand And the friends around you A simpler state of mind for all Sweet lies whispered and its easier now Just smile and kick back Whiskey waves crash on the shores of your m
by ~Jtswitch
ContentThere was an old man. He lived in a white house with a beautiful garden out front and a white picket fence all around it. An apple tree grew in the back yard. The old mans hair had turned silver his face was a road map of his life of sorrow and joy. His gentle brown eyes had seen much in the world of the basic good in the human race. He had seen the darker existence he had witnessed the evil of the human heart first hand and he had seen the duality of man. He had taken the third road the gray that exists in the human races consciousness he had walked down the middle of good andContent
by ~Jtswitch
Benny BluesBenny Blues. That’s what they had screamed at him the crowds it seemed like years ago now maybe it had been for all he knew. No amount of hard liquor or heroine could take away that memory of being on stage and picking at his bass guitar. He was tall and thin his once vibrant purple hair was fading back into its original black his uneven mop of hair looked as though it had been hacked at with a kitchen knife which in all fairness it had been. Underneath the shaggy mop was a weather beaten face that had seen better days his hazel eyes flickered around the alley. His alley iBenny Blues
by ~Jtswitch
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- Interests: loud music and other such things
- Favourite movie: boondoc saints
- Favourite band or musician: Flogging Molly, Hendrix, Sex Pistols, The Clash
- Favourite genre of music: Punk, Grunge, Ska, folk, jazz, raggae. rock&roll, and various other obscure things
- Favourite artist: Chad and Adam
- Favourite poet or writer: Hunter S. Thompson
- Favourite photographer: Heather
- Operating System: Windows XP infact anything prior to vista is lovely
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- Favourite game: Dead Rising, The Darkness
- Favourite gaming platform: X Box 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Pillsy
- Personal Quote: Let there be peace through anarchy
- Tools of the Trade: clay, pencil paper, keyboard
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