Your time is up, we're all gonna die! You've read the book now join the show: this freak parade of capitalism gone pathologic. Compassionate? Well, fuck that. Greed greed greed, fuel fire burn. Who elected you to govern? No one!

2. FINALIZING WITH DYNAMITE

I want to bomb the blogosphere right out of your mind. When I hit the ground running with my scissors raised high and I slash at any attempt of thieving any more of our public space. You're taking it, you're killing it for profit. If you bastards had your way we'd all be labelled consumers from our births. No added value of our actions, just the things we own that make up our lives. They prade their shit every day, they had it on public display. Our lives, our revenge.

3. SINK OR SWIM

I've chained myself up to this radiator representing this ideal idea I have of you, of this, of everything. And I can't quite reach my saw. Fuck it! Metaphores are for assholes, and irony is for suckers. But sincerity is for kings! So i hide my frown under a happier disguise I made out of beer bottles and cheap booze. No! I can't see where I went wrong! Fuck it. I'm wondering, can I sink any lower? Cuz I don't know why this means so much to me, why I can't just let go? chalk this up to another mile south of sorely needed clousure... Severd off by this ocean, should i sink or swim?