Joan of Arcadia by B.Dolan.

Joan of Arc had a dildo named Jesus
made of wood from the cross of its namesake
she considered the splinters atonement
and when she came it would fill her with light.

her body was an ocean full of wreckage
her flesh was a map of hell
that spilled out the sides of her dresses
the flabby arms of modern surrender
a smothering mother's body
body like a black hole
pulling calories and emotion and her many children to her
she was childless
she was alone
she found comfort in the bible
a gravity like her own
promising always to pull her down before she floated into space
(and space was the place she feared most)
staring out her window,
distant planets were cold.
until a voice came to her in the night
she was sitting in her kitchen it was flooded with light
and she wandered out into her backyard
wearing nothing but her house dress
and there,
behind the racist lawn status and the picket fence
she saw her hedges in flames!

'speak to me lord' she said
and the world would never be the same
'speak to me lord' she said.

i killed a cunt for christ and didn't even get a thank you letter
i let Jesus take the wheel and woke up in this hospital
and though i know
he only did that shit to test my faith' i'm saying.
nothing
i'm praying
about it
i'm asking god to keep the lights on and shrink my tumors
and keep em from privatizing my job and to REACH those in power!
those who forsake this nation by not crushing the wicked &
them who will not burn the world out of their body.
those who refuse to kneel,
them who choose the wheel
those demons walking the earth
building evil empires
threatening from outside
i know that satan,
the stranger,
the foreign,
the invader
is the creator of gun crime and al-qaeda
and lord i'll understand if you want the earth to be flooded again
in fact my faith could
melt an iceberg
if you ever need a hand
just deliver me and mine to the promised,
land (x2)

Joan of Arc had a dildo named Jesus,
made of wood from the cross of it's namesake
and her orgasms were all omens
when she came it would fill her with right!

and when the light had finally left her
she lay ruined across her sheets
her mouth unhinged,
her shape like a victim
murdered, in a sleep without dreams

Joan of Arc was a warrior poet.
and she baptized the world in flame.
and she never stopped to wonder, for even a moment
why Jesus
never came.

Its an awesome song. The video on youtube doesn't have B.Dolan's old band on it, but its still a sick song. It makes you think. Thats what i like about alternative hip-hop. Its not utter bullshit like Kanye West or 50 cent. Its not about how the rapper is gonna rape his enemies mother, or about how his dick is the size of a large salmon. It makes you think. And people will hate me for saying that. The majority of hip hop fans are brainwashed by their messiahs and they can't survive without them. Eminem didn't a song about it with Dido, about how hip-hop causes people to loose their minds, and focus only on what their favourite rappers tell them. Well its bullshit. Take the masks off. This is your life. Live it.

Seriously.

I go to uni in a month. I'm looking forward to it.

I'm not sure who actually reads this, if you have read this can you text me so i know who does. If you dont have my number then email me.

I got back from Roma yesterday. Not sure why i left. Home is shit. Just arguments. Nothing else. Haha.

I know i've put this song up here before. But everyone should listen to this one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ekivast3QX0

all you have to do is cmdC and cmdP. What, i'm a mac whore. deal with it.
Fight the fucking machine.

God im tired.

Hatty, if you get a chance to read this, have fun in China. I'm gonna miss you. Its weird to think that im not gonna see you for six months. I know we didnt see each other for years but i think i was secure in the knowledge that i could see you. You're one of my best friends, and i'll always be here for you, as i know you'll always be there for me.
I'm gonna miss you babe.

x