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the strangest dej�-vu-esque day this has mutated into. so early in the summer with the flash-flood warnings and counter-clockwise rotations and tornado watch-boxes. the same sucker-punch to the gut, the same hatred of indiscriminate murder, the same blurred vision in this "world safe against terrrr-ism"... if i could only slap his monkey heid and get away without being summarily drilled. it all feels like our fault, to me. ...and the same righteous indignation over the jailing of journalists... while gluttonous, vindictive, entitled fucks with stupid friends in high places get away with treason. i'm talking to YOU, KarlRove. and YOU, Monkey Heid. all of this makes my petty grievances pale in comparison... even raiding every tabletop for loose change. even the ongoing encroachment by the NeighborFromHell. even the lack of sweet lovin'... though there are sirens from afar. i wonder if i can go down in a blaze of glory on the radio, tomorrow? if so, i've got SteveEarle's "Fuck The FCC" locked and loaded... though, at $10K per fuck, i'll be making license plates for an eternity. i won't let this go by, un-commented upon, however. certainly, "The Earth Dies Screaming" will be in the mix. i think fate has stepped in on this journal. i've written an entry for the past three days, only to have them inappropriate to my mood, lost in crashes, of left behind in locked hard drives, many miles away. this will have to do. though i feel like it's all been said-experienced-felt before.
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