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Bush doesn’t even do a decent job as a life support system for a penis. You know what? I'm pretty tired of hearing about how much money illegal aliens cost the tax payers of America Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable." John F. Kennedy In a speech at the White House, (1962) The net cost to the federal government in 2002 for public services provided to illegal aliens was $10.4 billion. A billboard in Times Square counts the cost of the Iraq war starting at $134.5B and increases at a rate of $177M per day, $7.4M per hour and $122,820 per minute. $64.605.000.000 per year for war. What’s wrong with this picture?

Broken dreams and promises, Madness and suicide Broken dreams and promises urge flight from here. My spirit cries for freedom from the memory. I can’t go the road they call me down, only madness lays ahead. Once again I have seen the truth, and the truth is a lie. No conviction no sentence only eternal desire without fulfillment. I remember too much, I cannot forget, I would trade all of the memories for just an ounce of forgetfulness. I have been cursed with a desire for which there is no satiation. No cup without a bottom can ever be filled, for it is not a cup, only a conduit to some other place where nothing can be felt or experienced or remembered. Madness and suicide struggle for possession of this spirit of mine, but madness is the stronger,, in madness lay forgetfulness . The way of suicide is madness. Paradox? Possibly. But for now I will limp on. Damaged beyond repair. My will and mind are forever disabled. Only promises keep me here. You see I keep my promises, even when I no longer wish to. Death would be a kinder thing, a more merciful foe. Damaged, deranged and impotent I fall. To madness I will give my mind, in that way perhaps some form of forgetting will be accomplished. Perhaps the song holds the key to forgetting. Perhaps “Rest In Pieces” is an eternal truth that needs re evaluation.…. What better way to deal with broken dreams and promises than with a shattered mind? A lifetime of struggle would be forgotten. A world that takes advantage of all who cannot live inside its bounds would be served well by this. Perhaps I simply have cheated the mother too often, and now she demands a retribution. Perhaps she will teach me how to fly. Perhaps she will tell me why the Buck is willing to die to have a bevy of does to service. Starvation and sickness claiming him, because of his unwillingness to stop and eat because in his obsession to procreate. And once his seeds are all planted he is weak and vulnerable, madness and suicide will claim him too. The world is no easy place to live, nature is a hard taskmistress. She will have her due, no matter what the personal cost. Entropy reigns supreme. There is no heaven. This is hell. We struggle to live, but in the end we all die. We all will fail. There is no hope. There is no future. There is no forever, time wears away all things even the hardest stone becomes dust under its relentless eroding power. Broken dreams and promises. Madness and suicide. How alike they are in their efforts to help entropy in its eternal task of ending all things.

a few months ago i wrote this Well shit on me !!!! You know something else that really pisses me off? Ingratitude that’s what!!! Some people you work and work to try to help,,, and it doesn’t seem to matter to them until you cut them off from the help, at which point they get mad and want to know why you’re punishing them. Well it’s not punishment, it’s just no longer being willing to be used. I am tired of believing what is told me by certain people and then they turn around 180 degrees and do the total opposite. Well I’ve stood all I’m going to stand, and it is now over babies. So make your own way in the world and try to get along without me. I hope you make it,,, I really do, it’s just not going to be with my help. I’m not into scat and I wont be shit on any longer,, maybe the next person who tries to help you will get a little more respect and caring from you because of this. Dan

Warriors and Wizards, Oaken staffs and steel Battle for a world. his is a dream, it can't be real as I look up from this mountain I see an angry sky I try to make it go away, but I cannot close my eyes These men I see below are good The rest no more than beasts And if the evil wins today, it's on the good they'll feast How can I change this? Is it all up to me? I know I could change this day, and create history My mind goes out to grasp the power in every piece of land And I become a channel. Direct power with my hands A mighty sword held in my hands becomes a blazing rod And power blasts the mountain which has housed the evil god Warriors and Wizards, Oaken staffs and steel Have rid the world of evil It's not a dream its very real As I look up from this mountain I see a clear blue sky And as we voice the victory shout Tears fall from our eyes................... Written by Dpc1960 in 1981

THE WAY OF THINGS The way things are..... History is written by the winners... or the survivors, as the case may be. So we can assume that history is a very biased way to learn the truth. For there is no truth in a fact that has no basis in reality. Trying to justify their actions, many have placed the onus of blame on their enemy. How can we draw any conclusions of fact from the teachings of those who are guilty of murder? How can we as a people decide correctly, when we have no truth to base our decisions upon? When we are fed upon a diet of lies and deceit there is no path to follow ,that will take us where we need to go The only way that we as a people can come to any kind of insightful decision, is to trash what we have been taught, and look instead to the individual actions of each person we deal with. The results of their actions and especially the intent of their actions I believe that intent is the only true thing to base your decisions upon. And you should always examine your own intent in all your own actions. Dpc1960. feb 2000

The Stain Spreading slowly Lifesblood spilling Pooling thicker Heartbeat stilling Growing bigger Growing darker After burial Deathspot marker Slowly weaken Slowlt tire Slipping backward Life retires Never knowing whats to be Wonder briefly, oh why me Curtains closing the play is done Make the journey of only one Cross the threshold on the river Pay the boatman for your souls deliver Pass the dog whose heads are two Down to the underworld it is for you The stain is finished your life is done The elgion fields for you anon Written By Dpc1960 2-26-84

THE RIGHT TO KILL? Do we as a people have the right to preach with one hand that it is wrong to kill and yet take a man who has killed in the heat of the moment or as a result of mental illness, and cold-bloodedly order his death? Our laws say that to take a life is wrong, yet, we see every day someone who has committed some heinous crime being sentenced to death for their actions. How is this man any different from you or I? What makes his actions any more reprehensible than our own? In screaming out for vengeance, does this not make us just the same, Or worse than him? At least he can be considered mentally ill. For to go so far against the laws and take a life wouldn't that be considered mental illness? Any person could be considered mentally ill if they are a lawbreaker. SO!! Are we somehow correct in murdering this man, or are we also mentally ill to even consider this as a just way to treat another human. Why don't we just remove these people from society if they are incorrigible or un-redeemable by therapy? What makes it right to murder them? For is it not murder, to plan over a period of months, the destruction and final assassination of a man and then to invite people to watch the spectacle because they happen to have been injured by him. This is a far more heinous crime than he committed! Our Crime is far more deserving of penalty than is his! And Yet we feel justified in our actions We rationalize that he deserves his punishment. What was his rational?...... Did he feel justified in doing what he did? Did he feel that it was the right thing to do ? Even if it was voices in his head, or the way he was raised. He had a valid reason for doing what he did. Is it not our fault that he had to resort to these actions to feel alive or just to feel safe? We are responsible!! Just as the commander of an army is responsible for his soldiers actions. so are our superiors responsible for these people. and we are responsible for our leaders for we elect them to office. And sometimes those very leaders are the ones screaming the loudest for death. What does this say to our children about the kind of society we are? A hypocritical murderous society is what it says to me. Don't presume to judge a man until you have walked in his shoes. Dpc1960 June 2000

The Green Man His head topped with horns his heart feeds the land the last was called arthur his time was at hand The bounty he offered was not turned away the story is somehow still passed on today The Green Man or Cernunnos Dionysus or pan they all are the same king who lives for the land for seven years honored he lays with the mother then his blood is shed just like arthur his brother So look not at him with eyes full of dread just honor the the crown the stag horns on his head Written by Dpc1960 Jn 06 2006

Walk the magma of my mind The sky is pitch The ground is blind Shapeless forms that hunt and breed Created out of word or deed Piles of flesh that swell and spew The lord of all is walking through Beast and daemons sing in pain Law and Chaos strive in vain Never walking though moving still They gorge themselves On putrid swill Things of fear arise behind You turn, you look, then become entwined Rotting corpses kneel and bow The magma's hot and frozen now No volition, you cannot fight You strive for dark and find the light Walk the magma of my mind Where ego reigns with pride sublime Dpc1960 10-12-91

Living hard and dying fast Its the only life I know . I want a joyful welcoming When to the elgion fields I go live by the sword and die by the sword It's the life that I must live Ares please don't make me wait When I've no more left to give Don't let me fade away and rust I need to live my life with lust Don't make me crumble into dust Don't let me fade away and rust Sometimes I give Sometimes I take It’s the nature of the steel Someday I'll lose it's been decreed by the power that fate wields. She'll cut my thread and I will die That's the ending of the game But please don't let it come after years of my body sick and lame. Don't let me fade away and rust I need to live my life with lust Don't make me crumble into dust Don't let me fade away and rust When Hades walks the underworld Inspecting his domain, I want him to welcome me and to call me by my name I want to have a special place in the fields that is all my own One that will be mine forever When my bodys' spirits' flown Don't let me fade away and rust I need to live my life with lust Don't make me crumble into dust Don't let me fade away and rust Written by dpc1960 mar 2, 1989