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    Яαgιи Яαvєи
    Cairo, Egypt
    Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
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Tapping at my chamber door

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Burn baby, burn... 'tis all good!!

'Sign your name across my heart

I want you to be my baby

Sign your name across my heart

I want you to be my lady'

- Sign your name by Terence Trent D'arby

A beautiful song with lyrics that stab you where it hurts the most. My bleeding pride cries for revenge and I keep staring at an empty wall wondering what future it holds behind it. Demanding, I stare, for my fucking sledgehammer. This is the time and age where it's either this wall or my own beliefs and dreams. This is the part of the play where they ask you whether you'd make a stand or run away and hide behind the curtains, behind that wall hoping not to be found; hoping to live elsewhere, get married and have beautiful kids, hoping not to die.

It seems like forever that they have their magazines, their movies, their multi-million dollar businesses, their regimes that reign over the most powerful nations. They have people pay them benefits and insurance claims and taxes for a holocaust that might just have never existed hadn't it been for a mad man called Hitler over half a century ago. We've paid for it with our own sweat and blood. They were promised and given a country as payment for their induced pain. We've watched and loved movies about it, movies we've shed tears for while watching. We pay taxes for that holocaust and never get to wonder when it will ever be enough. It was Hitler all along and he's no longer here to even make a two-word apology. I have just received an SMS from Hitler's grave. He says 'I'm sorry, now fuck off!!'.

Well, this is our holocaust out there in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Lebanon... a holocaust that would probably soon march into Iran and Syria, and eventually Egypt for all it matters, where I live and breathe, where my children play with their toys. THIS is our holocaust out there and Bush is the 21st century Hitler and I see no one preventing it. I demand my fucking movie and I demand my goddamn paycheck for the hurt and pain he's caused me. I want my freedom to reign over all. I demand my promised country.

Eeni Meeni Mini MOoo...


France it is then...

Where do I sign?

'Stranger blue leave us alone
We don't want to deal with you'
- Terence Trent D'arby

nicely put
eeni meeni mini mooo

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