holoman13

As many of you know, I'm a proud Juggalo. God knows why, it's nothing to be proud of these days, I might as well be saying I'm proud to be a fat, illiterate 13-year-old internet tough guy with a brain the size of a pea, but I am. I have so much faith in the Juggalo subculture, or at least I did. So many of us seem to be playing into the stereotypes others make for us, we might as well be a bunch of black people eating watermelon and fried chicken, sitting on the porch and playing a banjo while masa beats us with a whip. That's right, Juggalos. We've become niggers. [I'm going to take a moment to let stupid people know that by "nigger" I mea

Song for Slaughter Down below we creep, silently beside their feet Here they take us under, why we often wonder Why does it matter? Nobody cares Nobody weeps and nobody shares Life full of pleasure and ignorance is bliss Fathers, mothers I do not miss Down below they take us, to where nobody knows Nobody cares and nobody follows The Eloi hummed their last song, oblivious to their fate. The frail and fragile minds as weak as their bodies. Why they sing the doom-lyrics is not known why. They all do it anyways. It is a song that comes to mind when they march side by side into the darkness of the hot stench of their mutant brothers.