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 The Filter:

Life is a cruel fiend that takes and hardly gives
I trade the means, but never lose sight of the goal

To live on the razor’s edge one cut would do the deed
Hyperfixate on the memories that keep me awake
Damn them all and wish for sleep eternal

Still it is the things that bind me that provide the filter
That harsher times gave greater purchase to those things with deeper meanings
To weed out the chaff and parse the bile from my system
That my life would only contain beautiful things

Mercy:

All things must end

It is the purview of the righteous to live well
To squeeze every second of their being and maximize its potential

That everyday lived to its fullest becomes the chore of the dutiful
Maximize happiness, spread joy and be good to everyone
These things bring envy and pain
Life’s gifts are not reciprocal
That alone with everyone you have known and cared about gone
You might slip into nothingness pain free
A mercy most do not receive

Reality:
The righteous man envies the pitiful soul

That he is free to do whatever he pleases
To whomever he pleases
That the pious reward need be eternal
So that the righteous man not too steal himself
And reap life’s instant rewards

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Brian’s Guns Brian has a gun Moreover, Brian has many guns Mostly for sport, But god forbid someone tries to rob Brian’s house or rape Brian’s wife Brian’s gonna shoot that mother fucker A situation Brian has played over and over in his head The target in Brian’s backyard take on a criminal persona

Brian loves his guns, and he loves America
Brian’s guns are as important to Brian as his arms and legs
Brian needs those guns incase some tries to take his guns or America
Brian is the last line against gun takers and foreign invasion

A situation Brian has also played out in his head

Brian has a son and daughter
Brian’s son has guns
He needs to protect his wife and home as well

Brian and his son shoot criminals in their backyard

Together they’ll protect their guns and save America

Brian’s daughter doesn’t have a gun

But that’s what Brian’s for

Brian’s judge jury and executioner for anyone that would hurt his family

Brian’s guns have limited enemies thus far

Someone comes after Brian’s guns or hurts Brian’s family, they’re dead

But what about Brian’s wife, what if Brian’s wife want to leave Brian
Or worse off, what if she cheats on Brian 

What then happens with Brian’s guns

Now Brian is a rational fellow so he’d let his wife go

But he’d shoot the mother fucker that cheated with his wife

Brian’s wife is an extension of Brian, just like Brian’s guns

What if Brian got in a fight

Some drunkard fucks with Brian at the wrong time
Good thing Brian has a gun
He’d shoot that fucker dead

Serves him right

The government wants to take Brian’s guns and kill Brian
They want to destroy Brian’s family and make Brian poor

The government is godless and wants to destroy Brian’s life

And that is where the danger lies
Brian’s enemies are all around him
The only thing stopping them from destroying Brian is Brian’s guns

Brian also really enjoys shooting at the range. 

The Beginning

It was the beginning and there was nothing but the bowl
We were but the beef burrito digested by his holy stomach
And produced by thine purest anus
Shat to the world in his image, wiped away from his grace
And flushed into the world 

From this all things were born, so sayeth Hastrubel

Taco Tuesday

It was a Tuesday, and it was that bitches dinner night

Her name was Stephanie, and she was the roommates girlfriend

(She does this every Tuesday)

She had a bad day at work and didn’t feel like cooking

They argued for sometime till Stephanie finally caved and said she’d order out
(The boys were totally stoked)
They had just Thai food and pizza was off the menu

My boy had celiacs and couldn’t do gluten
(He gets the squirts)

Chinese and greek food were off the menu
Stephanie suggested Mexican
(TACO TUESDAY!)

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