tick...tock...tick...tock...
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it's not going to stop...

Graduated from UCSC, Full time Nerdfighter, Video game addict, One man band, Self proclaimed poet.

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christiangaleofficial:

Did it all get real, I guess it’s real enough
They got refrigerators full of blood
Another century spent pointing guns 
At anything that moves
Sometimes I worry that I’ve lost the plot
My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts
I never really dreamed of heaven much 
Until we put him in the ground
But it’s all I’m doing now
Listening for patterns in the sound
Of an endless static sea
But once the satellite’s deceased
It blows like garbage through the streets
Of the night sky to infinity
But don’t you weep (don’t you weep for them)
There is nothing as lucky
Don’t you weep
There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

Don’t be a criminal in this police state
You better shop and eat and procreate
You got vacation days then you might escape
To a condo on the coast
I set my watch to the atomic clock
I hear the crowd count down ‘til the bomb gets dropped
I always figured that there’d be time enough
I never let it get me down
But I can’t help it now
Looking for faces in the clouds
I got some friends I barely see
But we’re all planning to meet
We’ll lay in bags as dead as leaves
All together for eternity
But don’t you weep
There is no one as lucky
Honey, don’t you weep
There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free
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hotel-mario:

The year is 2540, a student in history class notices something off about his textbook. “How come these textbooks skip the years 1990 through 1999?” The teacher puts his air-marker down on the table, lowers his head, and sighs. “Because…” he lifts his head, a single tear rolls down his cheek, “… only 90’s kids remember the 90’s”