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TUESDAY (6/16/09)

Eliminationist Gear at CafĂ© Press – Scott Roeder is an American Hero
The pages are alive with lifeless gods and pale blossoms painted with too much glee as if a child stroked the paper, grinning at his creation. Offerings of murky madness that scream unhinged slaughter more than glee or satire. Posed as freedom’s rant, naive, normal, nontoxic furor, a bitter thought crawls up from infection to its birth.

Neo-Nazis Working Their Way Inside the Military
Soiled hearts and souls that the air drops off- the ground has a sickness creeping forward, sowing cruel emblems and ashen ideas through the caged veins of their children, who’d rather, given the chance, reject the virus altogether.

Fox News Gives Lecture on Iran’s “Stolen Election
They want to slaughter this thing within their filth. They worship their empty voices with seditious folly and gaze content at their form in front of the mirror. Had they but the thought to look down at their hands.

Scarborough Blames Obama’s Cairo Speech for Iran’s Election “Chaos”
There’s enough to go around, Joe. By the way, you’ve a stain on your sleeve. It looks like blood, but it’s only makeup, the blush that matches your clown disguise.

This Week in Memoriam
I know the deceit that lowers you down, oil, greed, profit, god- lust, ego, apathy- entrenched deep below artificial liberty.

SC GOP Activist Jokes that Escaped Gorilla is Michelle Obama’s Cousin
Surely you’ve more to present than these, cousin? Ape, monkey, gorilla, chimpanzee… Maybe you’ve a nigga joke up your sleeve, or some soiled slur pursing smutty lips or vigorous insult roaring out another slit? Perhaps a razor to offend upon your wrist?


© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

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