AWS Career Suicide DIGITAL PDF
AWS Career Suicide DIGITAL PDF
AWS Career Suicide DIGITAL PDF
Trevor J. Reilly. Chris Levesque. Brian Robinson. Nicholas Pasquale Angelini. Nuno Pereira.
Tr a n s c r i b e d b y L e o O r l o v & S u n g j u n P a r k . E d i t e d b y S u n g j u n P a r k .
O r i g i n a l A r t w o r k b y J a r r e t t M c P h e e & E m i l y Wa l t e r
Book Layout by John Meloche & Andy Lewis
How I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it.
Got me curled up in the shower scratching the letters that read:
Dear mother, I sold my soul for management.
How I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it.
Got you curled up in the shower scratching the letters that read:
Dear mother, I sold my soul for management.
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This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran.
It fits me better than a smile on a dead man.
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D A D G B E
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The Horse
Hello.
They followed a course towards hell. How are we gonna save ourselves?
Lasix. Selenium. Thrush. Rain rot. Premarin. Dragged by the nose trotted out for the motorists.
Foal scours. Paralysis. Puncture site abscesses. Sodium pentobarbitol.
Euphoriants. Glutamine. Zithromax. Cialis. Celebrex.
I had to go to class but just drove on through the rain and fog up route six past the mall.
Drank through paychecks, they don’t last so long.
But Monday we’re on.
Please, Monday, come.
While us slaves break bread and go to work, where sick pigs will shit down our backs.
Every bastard to pass through the grinder our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone.
And attached to a three ring binder, reminders of our old pact: let’s die while we’re young.
Sinful.
A hero’s humility is a foolish amenity. Cups of coffee speed the heartbeats of the soonest to die. I saw the first blood in the
water, someone’s mother or daughter. I wait for Troutman; Give me clearance for this chopper to fly.
Because they were jumping off the backs of only sons, offering up light snacks of younger ones.
“Well, how fast could our legs run?”
How we ruined the day’s remains. Sinful. The bodies splashed like paint.
To see so many scattered cockroaches running from the light.
Oh, when I saw them floating out to the river, the cold inside my stomach was a hunger to me.
And if the devil makes a mess of all the raw meat, let him be.
Oh how my captain sailed it straight up the middle, but the crooked lines are quicker when you’re snorting them in.
Because if the devil’s at your door you leave it open.
On the way back from the mountains stopped by the cemetery, drank to our youth.
Thought of our ages and stopped it.
We blame our diets on changes in mood.
I’m gonna wreck this, and like a snake sticks to its hole,
I won’t come out til the sun heats up these dead streets.
And I know we’re gonna make it because your heart’s in your intentions.
You and me, we will resurrect these dead streets.
And now I feel like sinking in to the wall I built with these mitts.
I loved it in my way, and now I pray for its decay.
The more I make plans, the more I get depressed.
It’s as useless as business: the means to our end.
When it kills to look your way; the striped noose, the number 2 fade.
The classic case.
If the world turns back around, will it notice us trying to burn down the last tree on the lot of the last drug mart?
In the end did it get to you? In the end did it wear on your heart?
In the end did it get to you?
When the son of god is coming, drop the rake and start running. Get mad.
Stand defiant to the mission and the way that it was given.
Get mad, you son of a bitch!
Tell me why you did it. In the end, did it get to your heart?
I know how it feels when everything falls apart in the end.
Weak hearted sorry fakers, in times of danger they just fold up and run.
If you are, you are dead weight.
And we might just show the world the hopeless anger in us.
Every other day is just more time to kill.
We want to wake to find the sound in aching waves from our hearts.
Nevertheless, we’re just staring at a wall.
Manners, missed. Conscience! Where are you now? Left staring at a wall.
Before that sound forces us to stop, drop, and run, hear me now or watch the bodies pile.
Weak hearted sorry fakers, in times of danger they just fold up and run.
If you are, you are dead weight.
When all the monumentous lecherous imitations you pull off start wearing off to show what you are,
if you are, you are dead weight.
We were coming back to life. But Brutus couldn’t resist the knife.
The greediest sons of a bitch alive. Shame on us all.
But soon we will expose you for your ignorance and lust.
We’ll keep our talking dirty while we drag you through the mud.
We’ll vilify your slanderings while you’re under the gun.
When a shock to the ribs or a kick to the head didn’t open up your lying eyes,
despite the anger and dissent, with our regrets, your check request’s denied.
It’s the blood from the rock that you can’t get enough.
That razor’s love for bitter me.
Who’s botching up the harmony?
With a smile that said I’m guilty, I stood up: I left heaven at the gates of hell and I am never going back.
A WILHELM SCREAM 119 We Built This City! (On Debts and Booze)
Seeking out an honest living soul. Checking every body for a pulse.
Lifting every eyelid for a glimmer of evil left to give meaning to meaningless.
That much I’d die for.
Searching through this body stack for hours, from the bottom.
Pride is gone the night we sink to the bottom.
We’ll never be one of them
Twelve years of debt and I’ll be paying it off with blood and sweat, but it means nothing at all.
I’ll pay the price til I die.
And every jaded hero clings to his worth, in it for paychecks, moving units and merch.
But I decline to ever be one of them.
Legs on the ottoman and head in a mosh. Sharp like an astronaut but dull as a rock.
An angel’s sigh: damn right; we got a problem now.
I’m mimicking the drum fills with my head on the wall.
The voice of god comes thru the morning alarm.
Awake. Arise. Awake. Arise.
Wake up.
I’ve laughed before but not so heavy as a fire and brimstone hilarity mass
that said we’ll be there for the end of it all by cutting off the strings
we used to pull and reaching deep for thoughts and ways to bring us back to better days.
Til king and queen pass out drunk off their power, we’ll stand in light of evil eyes forever.
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D A D G B E
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I Wipe My Ass With Showbiz
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The Horse
Die While We’re Young
Jaws 3, People 0
Career Suicide
These Dead Streets
Get Mad, You Son of a Bitch!
Our Ghosts (Contemporary/Consensual)
Cold Slither II
Pardon Me, Thanks a Lot
Check Request Denied
We Built This City! (On Debts and Booze)