THE PRYNCESS XanaX 2003
TOXICOLOGY REPORT
and Junky Almanac
Dearest friends, wanton enemies, authentic queens and phony virgins.
It's been quite some time since we last spoke. I must tell you that by
now I had hoped to have a bigger boat in which to row myself to France!
The events of the recent past (oh just pick one, if you don't have one
watch 5 minutes of network news and you will) have been surreal to say
the least. Sadly it looks more and more like the flower children had it
easy. I have always felt like I owed some debt of gratitude to those who
bravely shouted out on behalf of the good fight in the past, however it
seems ever clearer that they had it easier because the police and
government of that time weren’t expecting it nor did they have any idea
of the true nature of drugs or the shit fight they really had coming.
Now, my little possums, they are informed and ready and have a fervent
passion for eliminating what they feel threatened by whether it is
warranted or not. Indeed, Saddam Hussein was and (IS) a homicidal madman
"BUT," he was not unlike a dozen surrounding principalities and
unfortunately he was fighting for the wrong flag. L'onze septembre 2001
was an isolated and long overdue retaliation for shit that had been
taking place since the Reagan administration and we could not kill that
guy so we needed a new demon or a newly dressed ol'demon (OD),so we
dredged up poor old bastard Saddam. To cut this short, we have yet to
find ANY evidence of weapons of anyone’s destruction; we only managed to
expel plenty of testosterone and lose 5,000 years of history in the
looting process. Oh, and let’s not forget, we did finally catch the guy
who hijacked the Achile Lauro. I mean come on... he did kill one old
crippled American, so surely that in and of itself is justification for
at least the lives of 40 or 50 innocent people.
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Boys and girls you must ask yourselves as you read this "Is this text
REAL TIME?" or "Can I see it on my Nextel ?" well kids, you are going to
be lucky to be getting packet radio and radio free Paris by the end of
this one. I know you're saying " We don't want radio free Paris... it's
too Gay. " If it weren’t for Fags, you people would have fuck-all to
look at or watch...
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If it had not been for General Lafayette during our Revolutionary War,
we may still be singing “God save the Queen” in elementary school.
Although from my perspective you could've left me on the continent (at
least a trains distance from Amsterdam) So, as I sit here enjoying my
ill-gotten Australian Shiraz and late 80's synth pop, both from
vineyards and bands you've never heard of, I think we had all start
truly evaluating what is in fact important to us before we have a wire
tap up our ass and we are being told its just a precaution. I don't
think I should have to remind thinking people of the 21st century that
Hitler was VOTED into office just prior to hosing over six million
people. I hope we don't confuse support and hope for our individual
troops with support for an unjustified war. Most of the people who
protested Vietnam were in full support of the troops, that’s why they
wanted it stopped. This is not a very fun subject; in fact I have had
about all I can stomach of the death rattle of western civilization. Put
10 people out onto a desert island and they might not elect a leader but
you can be damned sure they will find someone to hate. So that's my 2
cents worth, this and a buck 98 will get me just about any bottom shelf
well drink I want. In English history books ,we find many things written
about William the Conqueror. Well in French history books he is referred
to as Guillaume Le Batard (William the bastard). What shall the books
say about our dear president Bush, or as I like to choose a synonym from
popular slang and call him president Cunt! By that time people won't
remember books anymore and I will have long since died of an overdose
and been scattered to the winds. So, start by admitting from cradle to
tomb, it isn't that long a stay.
Life is a cabaret ol' chums... so come to the cabaret . . .
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PRECARIOUSLY PENNED BY THE DIABOLICAL PRYNCESS XanaX
