I-AM-IRON-MAN!

fucking hell.
larry's friend thought i'm 19+.
fucking hell.
i'm younger than her lor!
i'm probably younger than most ppl i meet.
do i rly look that old?
i used to look like a kid lor.
and hui lin said...
baby fats=dont look old.
lol.
so larry must be ancient.
the fucker's probably a bamboo pole...
fuck it.
its just like life.
i cant make people like me no matter how nice i try to be.
trust me.
so... mise well let every1 hate me.
so maybe i'll make myself look ancient.
maybe i'll try it on tuesday or smth?
1 day.

anyway....
black sabbath are coming to singapore!
they're billed as heaven and hell,
but its the lineup of black sabbath from the album heaven and hell.
geezer butler, bill ward, TOMMY IOMMI and RONNIE JAMES DIO!
fuckin' HELL!.
i wanna watch.
realistically, i have almost zero hope of atching it.
i dun wanna go alone.
and lemme count how many of my friends appreciate metal....

william. (told me he isn't going, because he thinks they're satanic)
larry. (said no. dun rmb why.)
lester (haven't asked. probably not going even if i did.)
cm (already asked. dunno why. nt gonna ask.)

thats it i suppose.
so maybe i'll get nadia to ask if any1 she knows is going.
she herself probably wont go.
she's more speed metal.
but she said maybe her bf would be interested.
we'll see what pops up.

anyway...
practice tml.
tara's coming.
i'll have lotsa fun teasing yuxuan.
esp. since sum1 owes me 40 bucks.
lols.
i found the receipt on my desk that day.
when i was diging for my student card.

fuck it.
i HAVE to go watch black sabbath.
worst comes to worst i'll pay ppl to go withe me.

1 last thing.
i just searched for burn, by deep purple.
u know what the FUCK they gave me?
usher.
i swear that guy got kicked in the nuts.
his voice is probably higher than axl's

Tornado Of Souls, by Megadeth.

You'll grow to loathe my name
Yo'ull hate me just the same
You won't need your breath
And soon you'll meet your death
Not from the years, not from the use
Not from the tears, just self abuse.

seriously.
the guitar riff is better.
i didn't even really notice the lyrics.
but once you read it its fuckin' poetry.

sXe?

maybe i'll try living straight edge for a while.
maybe.
i dont know.
maybe every once in a while its nice to give up all the excess in life and reflect.
not having a religion does not mean im an immoral bastard.

maybe...
just maybe...
i dont know...
im kinda sick of life actually...
maybe i should slow down and learn to appreciate what i have.
maybe i'll try living straight edge for a week or so?

oh yeah.
living straight edge means basically living as clean as i can.
which for me means....
eat vegetarian.
stop drinking.
drink only water.

yes. no beer.
i'm not joking.
no meat either.

seriously?
i read a lot.
1 thing i read recently...
its an article on rastafari.
they live by 1 rule which i find true.
alcohol addles the brain and makes people stupid.
yeah.
i know.
sometimes, i admit.
i just NEED to addle my brain to stop it from thinking.

i'm listeng to rammstein now.
i wont include lyrics.
they're in german, so they wont make sense to any1 who's reading this.
anyway its not just the lyrics.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things, your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions, things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "There is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18.

There will always be time to clean the house, and mow the lawn. "Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities.

The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."

cheers.
down another beer with friends, and remember always that no matter what happens, the 2 constants in life are bbeer and friends.
they'll always be there.

cheers.

http://www03.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=070618161937-991741&

yep.
i'm ripping off shanice.
its 4 30 am.
i dont really care.
cant sleep.
clowns will eat me.

Pipe Dreams

i'm now listening to 23456543 different live videos of smells like teen spirit on youtube.
i love that song.
its one of my favourites.

i've had lotsa pipe dreams.
i always wanted to be successful in life.
to make something out of my life and die young, before i get too old.
too old to live, and end up rotting away old and lonely in some nursing home.
yep.
i'll die successful, lonely and young.

sometimes... when i daydream...
i dream of being in a band.
i'd be a drummer.
and i'd be drumming to the greatest metal songs ever.
i'd open for metallica.
either that, or i'd be a bassist.
and i'd play anesthesia (pulling teeth) at woodstock.
i'd be playing the guitar solo from iron man.
dreams.

the dream i'm closest to (but is still probably gonna remain just a dream.)
is BOTY.
battle of the year.
i've around... 5 or 6 years left to try.
seeing the speed at which i'm progressing, unlikely.
maybe 1 day i'll be internationally famous.

right.
and maybe kurt cobain is still alive.

it kinda sucks that so many of the bands i like are defunct.
i'd never have the chance to see them live in concert.
black sabbath? still together, but kinda over the hill.

i really envy people like ozzy osbourne.
they can live on whatever they do.
they're basically paid to do what they love.
they just do what they enjoy and they get the cash.
granted, its not easy to do what they do.
but seriously.
they're fuckin' talented.
and i'm fuckin' not.
so it comes easy as shit to them.

i wonder if i'm really good at much.
i'm definitely not talented as much.
unlike a certain cat-burgler from brum.
honestly?
i'll probably be a salaried middle rung worker until i die.
unfortunately.

oh well.
i suppose pipe dreams are called pipe dreams for a reason.
if u wanna live them for a while, stuff some weed in a pipe bong.
LOL.

oh well.
dream on, fatboy...

Come as you are, by Nirvana.

Come as you are
As you were
As I want you to be
As a friend
As a friend
As a known memory
Take your time
Hurry up
The choice is yours
so don't be late
Take a rest
As a friend
As a known memory

this means only 1 thing to me.
something i've been looking for.
acceptance.

random ramblings from a deranged crackpot

shit.
my back hurts.
this is, apparently,
what happens when you land wrongly.
forward handspring suicide.
lols.
i dont know if it looked nice or not.
dont really care.
didnt hurt at first.
felt.
normal.
LOL.
and my mum just screamed at me and everything because im not the slightest bit concerned about this.
honestly, this is a bit of a joke to me.
if i can still walk normally then i shld be fine, innit?
lols.
honestly i think its laughable.
knocks and bumps and the sort are kinda to be expected.
i kinda enjoy them, actually.
i'll be fine in a couple of days.
and i'll be back injuring myself again, innit?

i wonder if there's practice again tml.
shall have to ask yuxuan.
and i'm fuckin' bored.
i NEED to get a memory stick for my psp asap.
fuck it.
maybe i'll take a day and go down to sim lim.
c how.
i dont really feel like it.
i dont really feel like much.

im suddenly feeling like shit again.
i wonder when i'll die.
is this all there is to life?
i dont wanna die alone.
maybe im afraid.
but i'd honestly like to see how'd it feel like to kill.
before i die.
if i had a choice i'd spend the last hour of my life with my friends, before i kill myself.

Heaven And Hell.

i wonder how heaven would be like for me.
no, i dont wanna float around in a white robe playing a harp.
i dont even like harps in the first place.
well...
heaven for me would have things that make me happy.
it'll probably have all of my friends.
my closer ones.
there'd be lotsa beer and whisky.
nope, nothing else.
no vodka.
i dont like it.
just beer and whisky.
there's be tons of food too.
i'd be dressed in shorts.
nothing else.
no shoes.
i'd be walking on clouds.
i'd have long hair up till my waist.
and i could snap a finger and summon any band i wanted to perform for me.

hell would be something i hated, obviously.
it'd probably be...
a lifetime in a club playing horrible music.
with people who do nothing but get wasted and fuck.
yep.
i'd choose a life of celibacy with my friends over a life doing nothing but fucking.
strange but true.

its not because i wont enjoy it at first.
but its a life without meaning or purpose.
it'll eventually drive me crazier than i already am.

if there are a few people i'd like to meet after i die.
i'd like to meet these few.

Kurt Cobain

i respect him for being quite a good musician. i wanna find out how exactly he died. and i wanna ask him about the media pressure and all.

Sid Vicious

he's just the coolest guy ever. although he couldnt play bass for fuck. and i wanna ask him about relationships and stuff. about him and nancy. the legendary couple of punk rock.

Andre The Giant

lol. just wanna talk to him about wrestling. he's fuckin' huge. probably twice my size.

Adolf Hitler

well... how many people can say they wedgied hitler? i wanna be 1 of them. yep. i want hitler, just to torment him.

Cliff Burton

simply the best bassist ever.

strange.
the 5 people you meet in heaven.
haha.

Iron butterfly.
in-a-gadda-da-vida.

In-a-gadda-da-vida, honey,
Dont you know that I love you?
In-a-gadda-da-vida, baby,
Dont you know that Ill always be true?

Oh, wont you come with me
And take my hand?

Oh, wont you come with me
And walk this land?

Please take my hand!

yep. thats the lyrics to the whole song.
i dont care about the song lyrics.
but its a fuckin' epic rock opera.
it mise well be an instrumental.
it was supposed to be titled
in the garden of venus.
but it was mistakenly slurred.
and i dont feel like bloging liao, so fuck it.

sometimes it isn't the best idea to act like a decent human being all the time.
sometimes its best to be a bastard to people, or they'd take it for granted that you're always there.
seriously.
i haven acted like a total bastard for a long time.
4 years, maybe?
no1's pissed me off enough so far.
i'm not usually a bastard.
oh well.
i suppose now is the time.
sneak preview of bludrayne i suppose.

anyway... guess what?
i just found out that a song by nas i liked is actually a rip off.
the song is called hip hop is dead.
well.
hip hop IS dead.
its just more or less nas rapping over iron butterfly's classic in-a-gadda-da-vida.
lemme count the number of classics that haved been ripped off by hip hop.

in-a-gadda-da-vida. originally by iron butterfly.
ripped off by nas as hip-hop is dead.

sweet child 'o mine. originally by guns 'n roses.
ripped off by fort minor as S.C.O.M.

Iron Man. originally by Black Sabbath.
ripped off by busta rhymes as This Means War!!

Eye Of The Tiger. originally by Survivor.
ripped off by DMX and Ice Cube.
Ripped off by Zeb Roc Ski as Prepare for the battle.

We Will Rock You, originally by Queen.
ripped off by Machi as 紅不讓.
Raining Blood and Mandatory Suicide, originally by Slayer.
ripped off by lil' jon as Stop Fuckin Wit' Me

this just off the top of my head.
its kinda insulting to sample stuff like this.
maybe its meant as a tribute, but i personally dont reALly like it.

oh yeah. and btw.
wearing a band t shirt isnt just wearing a shirt.
its expressing support for them.
its proclaiming that you respect them, and that they mean something to you.
i still dont like the fall out boy shirts.
at least now i dont have to wear it.
i've got lotsa shirts with band iconography or names on them.
black sabbath (2 of them.)
blink-182 (yeah, i like them. travis is great. too bad they sing about such immature stuff.)
Jimi Hendrix (i'm nt a fan, but i respect his influence and talent.)
err.... Jack Daniels?
LOL.
nt a band, duh.
but i like... hehe...

i should've got more stuff that day.
i went shopping yesterday.
me, ccl and cm.
wilson left after lunch, so he doesnt really count.
i bought 2 t shirts...

i dont usually even like pescados stuff.
but they were on sale... so...
LOL.
they look fine lah.
just never get the long sleeved ones.

anyway...
i also bought a huge fuckin' belt.
its fuckin' heavy.
i havent even worn it and i think its heavy.
but fuck it.
i'll bear with it.
its THAT cool.
the buckle's in the shape of a pistol.
i think its about the same size, too.
here. pics.




nice, innit?
now i can fiddle with my gun in public.
haha.
ok lame.

i bought this earring too.
yup.
for myself.



i like it.
i've a strong feeling no1 else does.
fuck that.

So What? by Anti-Nowhere League

And I've drunk that, I've drunk this
I've spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what
I've had skag, I've had speed
I've jacked off until I bleed
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you

i like this song.
it isnt just the lyrics.
its the general mood and attitude of the song.
its a big fuck-you to every1 who thinks im a freak.
so. fuckin'. what?

i love metallica.
metallica is my favourite band.
unlike most pop bands nowadays, they have more than 1 subject on which to write about.
the lyrics aren't fantastic, but they're not bad actually.
they're often about lyrically dark subjects.
but honestly?
thats how i like my metal.
i dont wanna hear a metal band singing stayin' alive.
(ozzy osbourne actually covered that. i heard it. it was horrible.)
and most importantly.
they play quite well.
kirk's no yngwie, but he's quite good as well.
lars is quite a good drummer.
i like the intro on enter sandman a lot.
the bassist?
currently is trujillo.
he's decent, but after cliff,
metallica never had bass as an important part, just as a supporting part.
when cliff was alive he used to play the parts now played by james on rhythm guitar.
yep. rhythm guitar.
its a concept not sound in pop.
we have SOLOS.
we have COMPLEX guitar portions requiring rhythm guitar.
and honestly?
i like james's singing style.
he doesnt sing.
he fuckin' growls.
and i like that.
and on some songs he just sounds he's drunk and having fun.
most songs he's dark and brooding.
but on some songs he just kicks back.
like whisky in the jar.
i love that song.
its a traditional irish song, actually.
listen to metallica.
they're the best band ever.

One-Metallica

I cant remember anything
Cant tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
Im waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

(this be the first 2 verses. there isnt much lyrically to this song. but the guitars on this are sick. esp. the intro.)

its been 2 months since you left me.
exactly 2 months to the day.
i remember that day.
i'm still trapped in it.
i was shivering.
crying.
wondering why my beer tasted extra bitter.
trying to comfort myself.
guess what?
i still am.
and its not working.
i'm still trapped in that day.
i remember everything about it.
typical lazy afternoon.
you were recently back from sports camp.
i couldnt wait to see you, but you had to rest.
i sms-ed you in the morning.
i asked you if you still loved me.
you didn't answer.
i knew my life was about to change.
i didnt wanna know.
i tried to hide.
but when you actually told me i couldnt take it.
i cabbed over immediately.
even though you told me not to.
i was trying my best not to cry in the cab.
i remember seeing your family.
your mum and dad.
your brother.
last time i'd see them.
i went upstairs.
you shouted at me.
i cried.
i'm sorry i went.
but it was the only thing i knew how to do.
you brought me upstairs and shouted at me.
i just couldnt stop crying.
i just wanted to die.
you said you were sorry and called yourself a bitch.
you started crying too.
we just cried.
for different reasons.
for guilt.
and for anguish.
then you told me to leave.
i left you house.
and within a few days, your life too.

you said we'd be good friends still.
then you said we'd be good friends after i got over you.
its never gonna be as good as before.

remember the time at kovan?
i wanted to send you home.
to cab you home and walk all the way back.
just for you.
remember the way you looked at me when you saw me?
that look just ripped me apart.
the way you just drove me off.
that almost killed me.
i should've killed myself 2 months ago.
would've saved every1 the trouble.
i would've saved my friends the trouble of coping with me.
i would've been better of dead.

its been 2 months.
sometimes i think i've gotten over you.
but whenever i remember you.
i just wanna curl up and die.

if this kinda shit happens too often i'd become like yuxuan.
an ugly, flabby FREAK version of yuxuan.
kill me. please.

THIS IS JUST A REHASH OF WHAT I'VE SAID BEFORE, BUT STILL FEEL STRONGLY ABOUT.
WHATEVER SAID HERE MAY OR MAY NOT BE INTENDED ON.



i hate clubs
i hate clubbing.
i haven't even gone before.
its just a personal thing.
clubs are just over rated places where horny people go just to get smashed and fucked, not neccesarily in that order.
so what if you think its fun?
i seriously wouldnt mind burning one down.
i'd look forward to it, actually.
fuck it.
i DESPISE them.
its just a place people go to look cool.
and i want no part of being cool.
its no longer a passive thing.
its an active thing.
i hate the cool crowd.
the fuckers that despise me.
i despise them too.
the difference is that i've got the balls to say it.
fuck you all cool kids.
i'm a freak for life.
an outcast.
i've got my lil' crew.
i dont wanna hear from you all.
i'm crazy, thats what you said.
so now i'll actively promote that idea.
i'm crazy from now on, k?
i'll burn down your clubs and watch you lil' bitches run out the doors in your heels.
i'll hope that you all DIE.
i'll stab you and your cool clique.
i'll watch you all bleed.
and i'll smile.
seriously.
thats most of the people in my course.
i wasnt ever really happy in my course in the first place.
some people i was fine with.
some people i was fine with sometimes and some times i hated them.
some people i hated with a vengeance.

its no secret i hated adam and his clique.
it was never about their personally.
its about them being cool.
yes. i said that.
but for me its in a derogatory way.
why'd you wanna be cool, bitches.
ooh.
hit me back.
i'll choke you until your eyes pop out your heads.

maybe 1 day i'll really flip it and kill 'em all.
seriously.
i dont mind.
not like i have much to live for anyway.

education? not going very well.
relationships? dysfunctional.
social life? my crew.
b-boying? i suck. plain and simple. yuxuan said it. neither here nor there.
health? going soon. unlike my huge spare tire.

what do i have to live for?
i used to have people who said they'll cry at my funeral.
guess what?
not anymore, i presume.
i dont wanna have an unnoticed funeral.
i didnt want the embarassment.
fuck it.
i wont have a funeral.
i'll blow myself up.
there'll maybe be enough of me to stuff in a small box.
YAY!
seriously.
columbine was wack.
half assed job.
if i did it i'd probably do it much better.
timothy mcveigh was better skilled.
but pussy boy left it half done.
he left himself alive.

if i blew up my school.
there'd be so much blood.
i'd be more human than human.
i'd kill every1.
no matter who.

any1 read the reader's digest article on timothy mcveigh?
the workers in the building were all innocent.
but by condoning the actions taking place, they were guilty too.
like stormtroopers in star wars.
or foot soldiers in nazi germany.

how cool you are wont matter.
the number of drunk retards you've grinded doesnt matter in the end.
we all die eventually.
and for you all i'd relish speeding things up.

no, i dont need counselling.
no, i dont need god.
tried it before.
never worked.
im cursed to be a freak for life.

1 day i hope to tell them.
i hope to tell them, if i'm ever succesful in life.
i'm gonna tell those upper class bitches.
look beneath the paint, bitch.
i'm the scrub who finally won.

i wonder who'd recognize this.

Searching for the cure for soul's demise
Read the tears of the victim's cries
You'll need more to kill the suffer of a
Brother demon that’s a purely wonder
Kill before the time, kill them all
Blast out the righteous mark
Serving justice that dwells in me.
Nothing comes as far as the eye can see

hmm...
friday thon-ning again.
i've a feeling i'll get spot checked by the police again.
as usual.
unless we're going to thon in town, that is.
otherwise i'd probably get spot checked.
fuckin' cops.
anyway...
i wonder who'll be going.
lemme list.

Selwyn: I don't know about that bastard. he's crazy. he'd do anything.
Yuxuan: He'll probably go if he has nothing on on saturday and if enough people go.
Hui Lin: i'd be pissed if she didnt. she's the 1 who suggested in the first place.
Zong Kang: lol. if hui lin's there, he'll probably go too.
Wilson: this guy... he's got not much on. he'll probably go.
Fabian: he probably wont go. i asked him and he didnt reply. maybe i should try and sms his other number.
Zen: this guy? i dont think he's even been out of his house with friends overnight. 'nuff said.
Nic: nope. he can, but he's too popular to hang with us now, aren' ye, mr coolguy.
A Tat: he's very whimsical. he already said yes, but may or may not go.
William: probably not. he's kinda boring when it comes to this.
NOD: lol. this guy more or less does whatever he wants. probably will, if it fits into his schedule.
Fulin: maybe. he's kinda erratic. i hope he does, though. i like spending time with him.
Chit Ming: i'd like him to come too (stop thinking dirty) but apparently some1's too holy to hag with us infidels.
Ivan: ivan! go fuck yourself! (thats my new catchphrase. soon every1 will be asking ivan to go fuck himself! HAHA!)
he already said no. i dont really like him, so no biggie. and he's in the wrong crew.
Chin Ling: maybe. he'd like to, but he's lazy. must be his skin colour LOL.


anyway...
i've a felling there'll be around... 5 to 7 ppl going.
oh well.
better than the last time.
4 ppl.
me, fulin, wilson and ccl.
lol.
that was kinda fun though.
i wanna be surrounded by friends.
who give me comfort and support my need.
my friends are now the meagre fragments of my life.
they're my sanity.

Red Hot Chili Peppers- My Friends.

My friends are so distressed
I'm standing on
The brink of emptiness
No words... I know of to express
This emptiness

sian.
my whole saturday's shot up.
i more or less camped at home all day.
was supposed to go out with wille and cm.
william said he was tired, so he changed his mind.
fine.
cm ps-ed me for his church friends.
this is the kinda shit that makes me wanna diss christianity.
honestly?
i've no beef with religion.
i hate ORGANISED religion.

(NOTE: THE REST OF THIS POST REFERS TO ORGANISED CHRISTIANITY ONLY)

isn't religion supposed to be a personal relationship with god?
if so, then why do people in church constantly tell you how to behave?
maybe they're there to act as guides.
yeah but why do they actively seek out to tell you how to behave?
shouldn't the be guides, not dictators?

Anyway.
what is it with religion that takes your friends away?
christianity is supposed to be a tool you take around and use in your daily life.
its like a guide that helps you decide what to do and what not to do.
well, apparently christianity is now something that takes away your daily life.
lemme see...
it tells you how to live your life.
it tells you to live not by what you perceive, but by faith alone.
hmm...
drink the kool-aid, hypocrites.
you're just like the jim jones cult.

people who believe in organised religion are nothing but scrubs.
scrubs are people who place mental obstacles between them and progress.
they say stuff like "its cheap to do this" or "thats imba!"
they're the people who kick people who mass necrobooks or meks.
look.
there's the bible.
its the so-called canon of christianity.
(the bible's authencity and completeness are in doubt, due to the pseudogryphica and apocrypha, but thats another issue.)
they dont state stuff like smoking isnt permitted.
maybe its not advised, because its harming your own body.
fine.
then isnt exercise harming your body too?
but maybe exercise harms your body temporarily but helps you in the long run?
but what if you're suicidal and smoking is the least harmful way that can help you to calm down?
no answer?
hypocrites.

Hellalujah, by Insane Clown Posse.

God had called me and then stopped by
And he told me you're gonna die
Unless you buy my holy water
Check, cash, or a money order
This is true, don't question me
I'll even send you shit for free
It's only ten bucks for the call
And I'll send a prayer, no charge at all
Put your lips up to the screen
Close your eyelids and intervene
Your lips to mine, now send the cash
And while you're there, you can kiss my ass
Take your paycheck and send me half
And I'll send you God's autograph
I'll get Allah's and Buddha's too
Even Zeus, I don't give a fuck who
Just send me that money

went out last night.
got checked by police again.
as usual.
seriously.
why the fuck do i always get checked?
not like i'm doing anything wrong.
i was just sitting there.
i wasnt making noise or anything.
got 1 of them still damn attitude.
he got problem with the way i talked.
fuck you, pig.
this is the way i talk, you fuckin' cunt.
some of them i can tell that they're just doing their jobs.
i dont like it either, but i dont wanna actively make things hard.
some just wanna abuse their meagre powers and make life difficult for kids like me.
i can understand the rationale behind the laws they're enforcing.
but honestly.
why dont they check people who are actively making a nuisance of themselves?
why dont they go ceck mats who fuck around and piss everyone off at unearthly hours?
i was just sitting there quietly.
fuck em' all.

Fuck police brutality, by Anti-Flag

But the cops can do no wrong
They can kill, they can rape, they can do what they want,
But the cops can do no wrong
We've got to fight, take back the right,
The cops are just like Hitler's Third Reich, do what they want
Who do we fear? Who do we trust? How do we know?
Who do we fear? Who do we trust? How do we know?
FUCK POLICE FUCK POLICE FUCK POLICE BRUTALITY!