Falling From Grace...Are you?

Falling From Grace (Personally, a true story)

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.

Don't look at me like that, I never said a word.
Don't ask me where I've been, I'll pretend I never heard.
Don't put it in the paper — please, don't!
I never said I will, I never said I won't.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.

It's looking bad I know, I'm an outlaw
Don't pity me, I never felt like this before.
Please tell me you believe me, please say
I'll get along without you — anyway.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.

Feeling hunted, I'm lying low.
Don't tell me who it is, I never said so.
Put yourself in my place, please try.
I never told the truth — I never told a lie.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase,
Then forget about falling from grace.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase,
Then forget about falling from grace.

Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace ...

-Marianne Faithfull

BIG SISTER IS WATCHING YOU!: Pfizer Cares, so does Shire, Knoll As Well...

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Perspective. Stupid kid. Karate sucks.

My thoughts exactly. Stupid kid.

All Society's Fault.

All Society's Fault.
Originally uploaded by STANIAM

               They lied. Now look at me.

A Poison Tree-William Blake

Today, I decided, is Blake day, not easter. So here is one of my favorite Blake poems for all you Easter Bunnies out there.


A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not. my wrath did grow.

And I watered it with fears.
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,                                
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstrechd beneath the tree.

The_Whirlwind_of_Lovers,_1824-1826,_William_Blake.

Dance of the Headless Bourgeoisie - No Means No

Fuck you Bourgeoisie! Nomeansno still rocks!

Dance of the Headless Bourgeoisie

Listen man, never mind who this is
We've got your wife
Yea, your better half, your partner in life
You'll find her Volvo abandoned at the mall
Her credit cards are in the trunk
We don't want that junk
We want the money, and we want it in cash
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite stuck togethe with duct tape
They're wrapped around her new perm, strapped around her little face
So don't do anything funny, man, don't do anything smart, or we'll
Blow up her head

Listen man, we've got your son
Yea, your one and only heir
The scion of your loins the chosen one e picked him up oft the playing field
You'll get bis short pants by priority mail
We need sonne cash to finance our political aims
Put it in your work-out bag and leave it at the gym
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck together with duct tape
They're wrapped around his little skull just to stop the constant snivelling
And it we don't hear from you by tomorrow, we'II
Blow up his head

We've got your daughter, that's right
Daddy's little girl, the light of your life
And all we want is every penny you've saved
Empty out your retirement fund and put it in an old suitcase
How do you know we've got her?
We'II send you her little pinkie
You can shove it up your ass and call it stinky
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite wrapped around her golden locks
And only you have the power to make this stop
And if we don't get everything that we want, we'II
Blow up her head

Forget it man
We're coming after you
We have no political beliefs
We don't want your fucking money
There's just one thing that motivates us -ac
-nomeansno

Stupid Satan.

"Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men." - Matthew 16:23

and as an after-thought that is connected by some strange force in my brain: DO NOT BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU READ ON THE INTERNET!
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