I love blacks and gays and latinos, as long as they don't move next door.

PSSSTTT......MD...Its suppose to be from a song.

Still they come up to me
With a different name but the same old face
I can see the connection
With another time and a different place
They ain't blonde-haired or blue-eyed
But they think that they're the master race
They're nothing but blind fascists
Brought up to hate and given lives to waste

7 am on a Tuesday, in August ...
Next week I'll turn 28...
I'm still young, it'll be me...
Off the wall I scrape... you...
I gotta wait... Show me Your Irate
To cause this wake, Its my fate.
They.....They...Never going to fuck
with me again... My own clean slate... Don't fuck with me again...
I just want to go straight
through you....
Irate

oops thought this was the random thoughts thread.

I'm trying...I'm trying to drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away.

Karen, we should call your father, maybe it's just a phase
He'll know the trick to get a wayward soul to change his ways
It's a common fetish for a doting man
to ballerina on the coffee table cock in hand

I've seen you in the mirror when the story began
And I fell in love with you I love your mortal sin
Your brains are locked away but I love your company
I only ever leave you when you got no money
I got no emotions for anybody else
You better understand I'm in love with myself,
Myself, my beautiful self

And what can I tell you my brother...my killer.
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you,
Im glad you stood in my way.

I'm a cold motherfucker that nothing will hitch
I was a fetus infected son of a bitch
People and possessions only slow me down
I'm on a burning bridge
You're in my way you're going down...down

Love that tune.