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Below are the 10 most recent journal entries recorded in Us Vs Them's LiveJournal:

Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005
6:58 pm
Am I just a communist feminist retard, or is paying £6.00 for nail polish fucking sad?
Sunday, July 10th, 2005
2:01 am
Thursday, July 7th, 2005
6:14 pm
Your Revolution.

Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Will not happen between these thighs
Will not happen between these thighs
The real revolution ain't about bootie size
The Versaces you buys
Or the Lexus you drives
And though we've lost Biggie Smalls
Maybe your notorious revolution
Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche in my bush
Your revolution will not be you killing me softly with fujees
Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring
And produce little future M.C.'s
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not find me in the back seat of a jeep
With L.L. hard as hell, you know
Doing it and doing and doing it well, you know
Doing it and doing it and doing it well
Your revolution will not be you smacking it up, flipping it or rubbing it down
Nor will it take you downtown, or humping around
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not have me singing
Ain't no nigger like the one I got
Your revolution will not be you sending me for no drip drip V.D. shot
Your revolution will not involve me or feeling your nature rise
Or having you fantasize
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
No no not between these thighs
Uh-uh
My Jamaican brother
Your revolution will not make you feel bombastic, and really fantastic
And have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic
Uh-uh
You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Or having Akinyele's dream, um hum
A six foot blow job machine, um hum
You wanna subjugate your Queen, uh-huh
Think I'm gonna put it in my mouth just because you
Made a few bucks,
Please brother please
Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave
And making me believe I'm some caviar eating ghetto
Mafia clown
Or me giving up my behind
Just so I can get signed
And maybe have somebody else write my rhymes
I'm Sarah Jones
Not Foxy Brown
You know I'm Sarah Jones
Not Foxy Brown
Your revolution makes me wonder
Where could we go
If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and the ego
We'd revolt back to our roots
Use a little common sense on a quest to make love
De la soul, no pretense, but
Your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status
To express what you feel
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Will not happen between these thighs
Will not be you shaking
And me, [sigh] faking between these thighs
Because the real revolution
That's right, I said the real revolution
You know, I'm talking about the revolution
When it comes,
It's gonna be real
It's gonna be real
It's gonna be real
When it finally comes
It's gonna be real

- Sarah Jones
Saturday, June 18th, 2005
10:53 pm
I'm looking at the poetry of Goethe on this site, I click a link, and the browser loads a fucking Jamster advert which plays an audio file of the motherfucking crazy frog/Axel F track and of course I have my speakers on and for some reason they're turned up at full volume and I almost put my fist through the monitor mjotherfuckers aaaaaaaargs g=r9=g0f8we98t04w3ug98dfuhgd!!!!!!!11ui9t0igr9htb9
12:08 am
You people scare me. Yes, you. You people out there. You're fucking weird.



I like the use of italics in my last post. It makes the sentence seem like a profound revelation.
Thursday, June 16th, 2005
9:15 pm
Waaaaaaaaaaahmbulance
I was going to bitch about the crapness of Mark Millar. Then I realise that I don't care. :( I've long since given up on his stuff, and I doubt that people will stop buying them any time soon because shock tactics sell.

So, uh...

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Friday, June 10th, 2005
9:50 pm
Today, I wanted to kill everyone and rape their corpses out of sheer hatred for the human race, but this post made me feel a little better.

Current Mood: corpse rape
Thursday, June 2nd, 2005
10:40 pm
Tuesday, May 31st, 2005
11:09 pm
The Law of the Playground ('the least coherent encyclopaedia of playground insults on the internet') is easily one of my most favorite websites ever.

Example;

apple pie

In lieu of a see-saw, we had a big plastic bowl thing, which wobbled around on the ground when filled with children, like a giant weeble.

When inverted, it resembled a giant pie crust. It was therefore a logical step for myself and various misanthropic cohorts to carry it around the playground, trapping unsuspecting children beneath it, climbing on top and hammering on it with our fists, all the while shouting "APPLE PIE! APPLE PIE!"


Children are special.
Sunday, May 29th, 2005
5:27 pm
OH FUCK NOOOOOOOOO
Or: 'Some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill them.'

A story about dog masturbation.Collapse )

I know this story seems unlikely. I don't care. I needed to write it as a kind of catharsis.

Current Mood: horrified
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