more bs about the bullshit

My ma's been sending me like 30 bucks at LEAST once a week for how long...
My pops- can't even talk about it...

All because the tax code prohibits being a dependant at ALL after 19/24 depending on student status! Oh unless you are decreed permanently DISABLED. In which case, why would you need to be a dependant at all, since you'll be bribed by the gov't/private interests, anyways, like a thousand bucks a month in 'disability'!

It's all bullshit- we need someone to audit these mofuckers, and I'll be damned if anyone with 'legitimate credentials' is the one we NEED to do so! Cuz you can bet their asses have already been compromised, that's for damn sure. Unless they were so well-off, they couldn't relate or be comin from the bottom-feedin majority that needs a hero, anyways!

FUCK THIS SYSTEM

fukk god, what's usual

Dad I swear to you this- I don't give a damn who DARES say you owe ANYONE ANYTHING- for a system so hell-bent/dependant on money, they sure aim for our emotional cores with a marked antipathy that alludes to their mock-progress agenda.

There can be no agenda, no game plan, when facing the unknown. And it takes a coal mine of industrialized progress and ~40 years, from what I gather, to concentrate even appreciable cents of irony... 

All I'm saying is, I don't get blue-blood humor or something, but somebody owes my father a helluva lot more than Seinfeld for a son

more unshed tears to my pops...

so much I wanna say to my old man, but just can't send to him, after I've written it...
yet I feel it all so much the whole time...

here's to dumping more of that shit, since I write it and yet don't even put it out there, anyways, and can just cut and paste it *yay blog friggin post for once again*

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And you have not even the reprieve, the relief, the release- of my progress- to hold your head up through the storm of my wintry heart's iceage.

'Death would freeze my buried soul/ What makes me happy, makes me cold...' '...fill my dreams with flakes of snow/ soon I'll feel the chilling glow' '...lying, snowblind, in the sun/ will my iceage ever come..?'
-Vol 4, Snowblind

No wonder death wants me so badly; what an investment in potential, positive momentum... the pendulum's rebound from that wind-back would swing...

like a bat out of hell... 

'He finds his heaven/ spewing from the mouth of hell'
'In empty burning, hell's unholy one/ but he's returned to prove them wrong... so wrong'
-Ozzy, Bark at the Moon

'I've been the king of skitzophrenia- the best of the earth/ I forged my soul in the fires of hell// peace of mind's eluding me, but now it's alright/ I simply try though it wants me to fail'

I think I can do better than Iommi/Geezer on that last pull from Sabotage's Megalomania- go figure Ozzy, senseless-seeming to those brooding intellectual giants ever-lurking in the background on stage, well Ozzy was actually cresting their waves so good he had a hard time keeping them up to speed... explained himself pretty thick in solo years huh...
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