It's been too long since I've modified this. Changed it according to how I've changed. I suppose I am quite an happily angst-filled person. Maybe I should change my ways but try is to not always succeed but mind you don't rule out the failures before a success.

That being said, let's understand that hell will be paid, if anyone I don't know deceives, steals or hurts me or anyone I hold in high regards.

Not on the same path to destruction I was, no more bleeding. No more needles. Flirting with death is not the thing for me like it used to be. No more donations. I'm keeping all my blood. 

I enjoy the spontaneity of friendship. I hate being used and treated likea moron. As such be mindful and respectful. We'll get along well if we as people, are.

And F.Y.I. I believe in the concepts of the Science of Evolution. God obviously made us beings that must genetically adapt through both natural and unnatural means so that way we may survive as a race. We are ultimately flawed but working together we can survive. Just remember the rich don't want you to know that you can.

The Good guy is always someone's bad guy. And both are always someone's hero. Remember those who claim something off the bat are not. People who do so do not follow the law of modesty and therefore have evil in their hearts.
That being said, I am always going to be someones bad guy and someone's hero. Though that may seem conceited. We all affect each other in different ways.

If I wanted to be ignored then I would go to a nursing home.

I'm the king of the hill, the bastard at the top with a shotgun, a jar of whiskey and a straight eye for the soon to be dead guy in my sights.

All works, if any appearing in my house and my deviant-art http://dirkrichards.deviantart.com are mine and are copyrighted.

Remember you're not a cookie, you weren't made from dough. The only "chocolate" is the kind you eat not the kind you excrete. So don't act the same, don't fall into the sheet. And always remember when you try, You're all quite unique. 



If you've reached here enjoy the poetry. Consider it words of advice. Enlightenment if you will.

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Knock Out, [lacklustre] copyright 2006, revised 2008

No one fucking owns my soul
I am not land nor anyone's property
my forefather may have died to make it be
but they will not use me
I am not a slave to the creator I choose to rally behind
I don't demand you follow, I care not for your attention
So don't make me your target in your crusade

don't use that old death bed religion
don't dig through the trash, worthless words belong in
don't start shit with me, when I am just residing ever so peacefully
you still don't own me, you don't scare me
when it is you who should fear my insanity
beating the hell out of you seems like that fine dandy decent thing to do

Get your Devil <chorus
I'll get my Jesus
place our bets and watch'em spin round
this old rotting dirty core
Beat the fuck out of that hippy
Damn that demon right on back to hell
Slamming, punching, kicking
Crushing, cursing, screaming,
lancing, piercing, redeeming,
damning, dancing, boxing,
Yet this seems like we're starting to into round two

Sandals, flips flops, blond hair, tie dye shirts, pansy shorts
band hoodie, black hair, spiky bracelets, stomping boots
just lil old me, torn jacket fading torn clothes stuck in between
fire it up, shout your insults, sing your lord's praise
just so you can buy it at the mall with soccer mommie's fucking credit card
Let's have a holy war, it'll be your dollar
Drag the cops on in it, its way more fun with night sticks and riot shields

Gotta love that postmodern hypocrisy
Don't judge me but let me judge you
Call me a faggot for my long hair
Call me a poser because I ain't sporting that conformist uniform
Call me names, those labels you so hate to wear when you're the queer
So let my eyes, help you out with a complimentary boot in your ass

Get your Devil <chorus
I'll get my Jesus
place our bets and watch'em spin round
this old rotting dirty core
Beat the fuck out of that hippy
Damn that demon right on back to hell
Slamming, punching, kicking
Crushing, cursing, screaming,
lancing, piercing redeeming,
damning, dancing, boxing,
Yet this seems like we're swinging into round three

Everyone's got friends, When it's about time to throw down
Gotta party going down, lets dance, they'll be lots of bloody punch and broken teeth flavored candy
Gotcha riled, sing those prayer hymns,
praising an asshole in the clouds whose too old to be interfering
Better yet, machine gun the depths of hell calling for that special Satan,
I'm sure he cares too, when it's your soul he claims in the end

This almighty brawl broadcast to the heavens on FOX
We got cops and robbers, Christians and Satanists maybe just a few Atheists
Love the Idealists, those precious misguided folks
That make those snappy judgment calls when they think we need it
Let us televise this crazy apocalypse and take up an offering while money means shit
Cry for those dead starving children and plague bearing ghouls when you never cared

Lets get this party started...

Shit it looks like I've taken that fatal hit
Am I done? Seriously for that count to 10?

Just rooting around in Death's kitchen
Hoping I'll get done before he gets home

I am home free up for round 4; Ready to throw down!
dance circles, hopping death around ya'll faggots

Don't worry the worlds a different place when you're knocked out

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Freedom in Brutality, [lacklustre] copyrighted 2008

Even in the throes of bitter oppression

They still have free will to choose through fear what type of man they'll be

Although free men may die

Their choice was theirs and theirs alone to make

You think they wanted to be underneath someone's boot?

Hell no!

Their only destiny is the outcome of a situation

Whether it be success or failure

Those bold enough to stand tall even when confined or with the wind at their back are those who will shape our world

Whether it be in the history books or remembered through the bloody sands time

They are those who lived, cried, endured and died

And for that we should be grateful of their blood that watered our freedoms whether it be for our country or theirs

Now granted that some of us may be fettered, we're still free in the actions we take

And although we may be beat down, you can never subjugate a liberator