I'm not tricky about it
I'm not making you a fool
You do that all by yourself
You're your own best tool
I honestly hate you
Like that isn't a valid state
Beats all that victim dictum
That spews out of reprobates
I also love
I'm also kind
I can think for myself
And responsible for my own mind
I can be really savage
All out edgy rage
Is written all over my books
When I leaf though page to page
At least I'm not a whiney dog
At least I'm not a beast
Who steals his way into the tent
And thinks he's entitled at the feast
I like my brothers and family
I like me and mine
I like Bar B Que and Southern Music
That'll do me just fine
So
Don't be sayin I didn't tell ya
Don't be sayin you weren't warned
Don't be tryin anymore to set me up
Because I'm not in the least bit torn
If you survive or need my help
Or want my money guns or food
Because
I kinda actually hate you as a way of life
And not some come and go kind of mood
Neils
4:17 pm
11/22/2008
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transcribed this time
5:25 pm
11/23/2008
N....again
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
I miss Katie
I miss her intelligence
I miss her wild wonderful stories
About death and love and sex
And some part time glory
I miss her rants and raves
I miss her cutting through the crap
She didn't easily fall in line with a
Bunch of namby pamby wussy pap
Katie could dish it out
But man she had some stalkers
She didn't care she never was a
Fan of any empty brained talker
People would just freak out
When she'd tell'm to eat shit and die
She was all kinds of crazy heat with a beat
I like chicks who can make you laugh and cry
With their direct approach to the truth
I like hard corps rollin and bold
I'll always take the fire for effect kind
Over the tepid critics and their shoulders cold
Neils
6:18 pm
11/19/2008
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transcribed this time
5:28 pm
11/20/2008
N....again
I miss her wild wonderful stories
About death and love and sex
And some part time glory
I miss her rants and raves
I miss her cutting through the crap
She didn't easily fall in line with a
Bunch of namby pamby wussy pap
Katie could dish it out
But man she had some stalkers
She didn't care she never was a
Fan of any empty brained talker
People would just freak out
When she'd tell'm to eat shit and die
She was all kinds of crazy heat with a beat
I like chicks who can make you laugh and cry
With their direct approach to the truth
I like hard corps rollin and bold
I'll always take the fire for effect kind
Over the tepid critics and their shoulders cold
Neils
6:18 pm
11/19/2008
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transcribed this time
5:28 pm
11/20/2008
N....again
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Your tolerance
Your tolerance is amazing
Your moral equivalency is strong
How convenient being blind to the obvious
Makes you never wrong
How compassionate and understanding
How open minded and deep
Like the media isn't completely depraved
And rooting for abominations number one creep
Petty details distractions and deflections
The tools of trash talking squawking fools
Morons who don't even know what the game is
Oh but they sure do want to tell us the rules
Neils
9:31 am
04/02/2008
Your moral equivalency is strong
How convenient being blind to the obvious
Makes you never wrong
How compassionate and understanding
How open minded and deep
Like the media isn't completely depraved
And rooting for abominations number one creep
Petty details distractions and deflections
The tools of trash talking squawking fools
Morons who don't even know what the game is
Oh but they sure do want to tell us the rules
Neils
9:31 am
04/02/2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Witness to the Cruelty
The dog is screaming
And the master just lets it go on
The dog is dying
But the master’s heart is gone
The dog is bleeding
While the master only looks down
The dog is crying pleading
But the master is a punk bitch clown
The master loves his image
He loves for his animal to have game
But he doesn’t have to have any
He doesn’t even have to use his brain
The dog is paying the full price
For the master not having any feelings
All the master loves is his adrenalin
Pumping and his senses reeling
The master gets all the credit
While the dog looks up into his eyes
But all he sees in his master
Are shallow self indulgent evil lies
****
****
The dog is bleeding bleeding
While the master only looks down
The dog is crying pleading
But the master is punk bitch clown
****
****
It ought to be the so called master
That gets his throat ripped out
Dog fighters are among the lowest of the low
And of that there is no doubt
Neils
6:36 pm
01/10/2008
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transcribed this time
6:43 pm
01/10/2008
N.....again
And the master just lets it go on
The dog is dying
But the master’s heart is gone
The dog is bleeding
While the master only looks down
The dog is crying pleading
But the master is a punk bitch clown
The master loves his image
He loves for his animal to have game
But he doesn’t have to have any
He doesn’t even have to use his brain
The dog is paying the full price
For the master not having any feelings
All the master loves is his adrenalin
Pumping and his senses reeling
The master gets all the credit
While the dog looks up into his eyes
But all he sees in his master
Are shallow self indulgent evil lies
****
****
The dog is bleeding bleeding
While the master only looks down
The dog is crying pleading
But the master is punk bitch clown
****
****
It ought to be the so called master
That gets his throat ripped out
Dog fighters are among the lowest of the low
And of that there is no doubt
Neils
6:36 pm
01/10/2008
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transcribed this time
6:43 pm
01/10/2008
N.....again
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