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why not update...
i really want to skate. so bad. im hating winter. its so cold i dont want to go out. im looking to make a new vest. hoody too. im also putting
on the lower part of the back of my leather in either white or red. then studding around the remaining area. i think im gunna put a municipal waste patch over the huge hole in my other pants. i want the third season of scooby doo on dvd so i can have the show in entirety. tomorrow i go to the barber. making them shave me and cut my hair. then thursday i go to 'train' with chris. wonder how that will go. me working. just doesnt resin well with me. and i like resin. oh well that means more jack in my pocket. pretty polly. im addicted to wiki. im coming down, im done with this.
this is by ryan harvey, but couldnt find it on the riotfolk site.
a child from my high school got sent off to iraq
he got shot in the head.
hes never coming back.
i didnt really know him but i knew i alot kids who sold themselves as soldiers whose fate may be like his.
it makes me think of high school and the kids who walked the halls, and i wonder how many of them went off to heed the call.
who closed their eyes so quickly and bought the myth of war, the promises of honor or a heart that beats no more.
i think about that hallway that was right outside the gym.
i think about that doorway, there were students coming in.
right by the cafeteria, where lunch was everyday where the army had their table, and gave free pens away.
i saw those pens a lot 'be all that you can be' murder a couple families, and well pay for your degree.
they always mentioned money, as if soldiers came home rich.
they tricked you into killing, and you fell for it.
i remember many times when i saw that table there,and i cursed myself to think, that i never made it clear.
that this is not normality, its not another trend its soldiers in my hallway murdering my friends.
now i say it loudly, wishing i was there:
'fuck you recruiters stop targeting my peers its not my war to fight in and neither is it yours.
youre sending kids like me to die in other peoples wars'
so stop and think, my friends next time you see marines, talking to your classmates.
think just what it means.
cuz soldiers are not heroes, lets make it clearly known:
theyre kids like you and me whose hearts and minds were overthrown.
dont be scared of nothin, please take this advice.
if they start talking to your classmates, stand your ground and fight.
and dont be fooled by fables that the textbook authors type.
their wars are fought for profit, not for peoples rights.
i really want to skate. so bad. im hating winter. its so cold i dont want to go out. im looking to make a new vest. hoody too. im also putting
on the lower part of the back of my leather in either white or red. then studding around the remaining area. i think im gunna put a municipal waste patch over the huge hole in my other pants. i want the third season of scooby doo on dvd so i can have the show in entirety. tomorrow i go to the barber. making them shave me and cut my hair. then thursday i go to 'train' with chris. wonder how that will go. me working. just doesnt resin well with me. and i like resin. oh well that means more jack in my pocket. pretty polly. im addicted to wiki. im coming down, im done with this.
this is by ryan harvey, but couldnt find it on the riotfolk site.
a child from my high school got sent off to iraq
he got shot in the head.
hes never coming back.
i didnt really know him but i knew i alot kids who sold themselves as soldiers whose fate may be like his.
it makes me think of high school and the kids who walked the halls, and i wonder how many of them went off to heed the call.
who closed their eyes so quickly and bought the myth of war, the promises of honor or a heart that beats no more.
i think about that hallway that was right outside the gym.
i think about that doorway, there were students coming in.
right by the cafeteria, where lunch was everyday where the army had their table, and gave free pens away.
i saw those pens a lot 'be all that you can be' murder a couple families, and well pay for your degree.
they always mentioned money, as if soldiers came home rich.
they tricked you into killing, and you fell for it.
i remember many times when i saw that table there,and i cursed myself to think, that i never made it clear.
that this is not normality, its not another trend its soldiers in my hallway murdering my friends.
now i say it loudly, wishing i was there:
'fuck you recruiters stop targeting my peers its not my war to fight in and neither is it yours.
youre sending kids like me to die in other peoples wars'
so stop and think, my friends next time you see marines, talking to your classmates.
think just what it means.
cuz soldiers are not heroes, lets make it clearly known:
theyre kids like you and me whose hearts and minds were overthrown.
dont be scared of nothin, please take this advice.
if they start talking to your classmates, stand your ground and fight.
and dont be fooled by fables that the textbook authors type.
their wars are fought for profit, not for peoples rights.