With friends like these, who the fuck needs cointelpro? i’m punch-drunk on the sickening cadence of iron-fists in velvet gloves. the cheshire grins. the crippling judas kiss to christen thee a s
G ship and ¡the purpose of this new counter-intelligence endeavor is to expose, disrupt, misdirect, discredit or otherwise neutralize¡ any parades that you can’t jump in front of. any long yea
Hard work that ain’t yours. sometimes i wonder if you just can’t help yourself? overhead bloodthirsty vultures circle patiently. they offer condolences (and whisper bitter eulogies). yes, "
Ades" come as thick as thieves. but you got another thing coming. with friends like these, who the fuck needs cointelpro?
