Back Away From The Future

Nothing says you live in a dystopian sci-fi future-hell, like seeing a white guy fresh from the air force in a Rasta Baja, listening to Bob Marley, selling crack pipes to a Paiute juggalo at the most illegal corner store in Reno owned by some of the biggest assholes Bangladesh has ever produced.

Our angels are hard of hearing

I want rough voices and shouting women
to cry out against the blinding of Samson.
I will always cry, take away those knives.
Isn't it enough that
the evening star sets at night
and lovemaking ends at dawn?
Please god help the human beings,
for men are coming to blind Samson.
(on the gulf war)

If we dont lift our voices,
we allow others, who are ourselves,
to rob the house.
(on war in iraq)