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Nov 28, 2005

International Proposition for Hypothetical Peace 1.0


Since the Warmongers have backed the world into a Nuclear corner and have No Plans to stop there...

why dont we take all their bombs and missiles (and caustic waste matters)

and set the controls for the heart of the Sun?

Then Mutually Assured Destruction would become...

a spoiled child crying for attention.
Posted by el Duderino at 28.11.05

Nov 27, 2005

No War on Indigenous Peoples!

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Posted by el Duderino at 27.11.05

Nov 24, 2005

Pro War, Anti Abortion, Pro Corporation, Anti Indigenous, Pro Genetic Modification, Anti Environment = One big old, sad and tired Whore of Babylon

Despite the constant efforts of
conspiring spiritual cowards...
mystical inspiration and
the divinity of personal righteousness
will always beat every effort
to coax human spirit into submission.
And right now we are cloning
and manipulating genes... they be thinking if they cannot beat us they will copy us... HAHA!
Posted by el Duderino at 24.11.05
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Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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