◬
the 3
Points
Profane
words and insults
.
News,
and hate.
.
Medicine
And
Myself
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There
are some profane words,
inappropriate
insults,
vulgarity.
You
wanna know what I think?
That
hearing them from someone else
Is like smelling a sewer
But in
the context of rage,
They are
equal to the levels of hate
So,
it is a
way to express a
Certain
level of truth,
In the
right context,
.
I don’t
use them,
I don’t
like them,
I don’t
like to say them,
I hate
it when I hear them from someone
who uses
them without reason just
because
of having a “style”
to try
to fit in.
I not
gonna lie to you,
I have
vulgar thoughts
I write
vulgar words
When
trying to express my hate,
When
trying to express
Something
equal to what I feel.
But I
try always to eat them away,
.
‘The
discretion of a man deferreth his anger.’
consider
all things,
consider
the whole truth,
how
beautiful, raw or horrible it may be,
and be
discreet with it.
.
I would
avoid using them,
in an
inappropriate context.
There
are more natural ways to express rage
and
anger, like screaming,
But
sound of pain, and anger,
Is
difficult to transmit using only words.
Here I
mean it,
Don’t
use, insults and profane words,
The
world will be better
without
so much unreasonable hate.
hard to
tell how,
when
trying to keep myself honest,
and the
only thing I hear inside are curse words.
Is not
about…
Letting
yourself go with that
With no
control whatsoever,
Otherwise
you will end up with more hate.
Is
about,
Letting
yourself out from all of that,
Release
yourself from it.
Fighting,
Resentment,
Containment
That the
truth….
That
there is a constant fight against evil
And that
evil is within ourselves.
If you
going to use insults
You
better use it as a weapon,
Against
someone who deserves it.
Otherwise,
you will get the same level of hate
You give
to others without reason.
Despite
of that,
I always
think there is a better and
More
noble way to say things.
“There
is never vulgarity in a whole truth, however commonplace.
It may
be unimportant or painful.
It
cannot be vulgar.
Vulgarity
is only in concealment of truth,
or in
affectation.”
-John
Ruskin
“All
crime is vulgar, just as all vulgarity is a crime”
-Oscar
Wilde
I end
with this,
If you
have something to say, but don’t say it,
They way
you want to say it
.
You are
faking and hiding yourself behind a mask
If you
say things as they are, the way
They are
inside you, being honest
Now you
see the truth,
and you
are aware of your inner self.
If you
don’t like what you said,
And
don’t like what is inside you,
Now you
can decide whether to grow,
Or
whether stay the same.
▌NEWS
You know
what,
Don’t
watch these, all of it just gives me migraines.
.
Guatemala
the good
thing is that the government,
seem to
be taking action against gangs,
looking
to declare them as “terrorists”
to begin
a war against them.
According
to the plan,
This
seems to actually move forward to a,
More
resilient and secure Guatemala.
Overall,
that could be good news
for
people that decide to stay here
.
Furries
stop assault of a woman
this
kind of…
makes me
proud, hehe.
I always
felt that furries were like superheroes.
I can’t
wait to see them in action.
.
Coronavirus
▌PLAYLIST
The voices of rage,
The letter V
Ⅴ
But is not a letter,
is a number.
Five are Hidden
on the Wall.
“…but five is just a
number,
Not a name, a
branding upon living,
Feeling flesh, a
mark against the greater good.”
I remember those
words.
Denial, and
injustice,
Capitalized
injustice,
Capitalism is not
unfair,
But men are.
Capitalism,
socialism,
Communism,
What differences
does it make?
What System we choose.
And no matter which
one
As long as men rule,
There will always be
injustice.
Rage Against,
The Machine.
Lyrics
Transmission,
third World War, third round
A decade
of the weapon of sound above ground
No
shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick
shots at the brutal charade
As the
polls close like a casket, on truth devoured
A silent
play on the shadow of power
A
spectacle monopolized
The
camera's eyes on choice disguised
Was it
cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for
the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes, a
spectacle monopolized
They
hold the reins, stole your eyes
All the
Fistagons, the bullets, and bombs
Who
stuff the banks, who staff the party ranks
More for
Gore, or the son of a drug lord
None of
the above, fuck it, cut the cord!
Lights
out, guerrilla radio!
Turn
that shit up!
Lights
out, guerrilla radio!
Turn
that shit up!
Lights
out, guerrilla radio!
Turn
that shit up!
Lights
out, guerrilla radio!
Contact, I hijacked the frequencies
Blockin'
the beltway, move on DC!
Way past
the days of bombin' MCs'
Sound
off, Mumia go on be free!
Who got
'em? Yo, check the federal file
All you
pendejos know the trial was vile
An army
of pigs try to silence my style
Off 'em
all out that box, it's my radio dial!
Lights
out, guerrilla radio!
Turn
that shit up!
Lights
out, guerrilla radio!
Turn
that shit up!
Lights
out, guerrilla radio!
Turn
that shit up!
Lights
out, guerrilla radio!
Turn
that shit up!
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here?
What better time than now?
All hell
can't stop us now
All hell
can't stop us now
All hell
can't stop us now
All hell
can't stop us now
All hell
can't stop us now
All hell
can't stop us now
I sit around all
day,
Work from day to
day,
I Watch the news
online,
On the radio, on the
phone
Captain America,
Dresses with “A”
A hidden soldier on the job
War of the dead
ideologies,
I hear voices inside
my head.
I am were I wanted
to be,
Then I hated it,
I want to get out of
it,
But here I am,
Trying to escape my
destiny.
Lyrics
"Good
evening, I'm Eric Alost.
NATO
forces bomb Serbia and Kosovo.
An
unidentified man
is being
held for questioning by the FBI
for
suspected links to last month's biological virus deaths.
In local news,
a dog
named Hero takes the grand prize at the annual-
I wish I
could tell you more pertinent news,
but
we're in a rating system here,
and the
key factor is 'sensationalism'.
They've
got you running in circles, 9 to 5,
and 5 to 9... you're mine!
I tell
you what they want you to know,
and you
consider it the truth.
Nobody
is opening their eyes!
Our
global economy is depleting the world of our lives and natural resources!
AND ARE
YOU HAPPY?! COME ON!
I WORK
FOR THE SYSTEM!
The
Kombucha mushroom people, sitting around all day
Who can believe you? Who can believe you?
Let your
mother pray
Sugar,
sugar
I'm not
there all the time, you know
Some
people, some people, some people call it insane
Yeah, they call it insane
–sugar
I play
Russian Roulette every day, a man's sport
With the bullet called life
Yeah,
mama called life
–sugar
Yeah and
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