The Real Place for Drew Kazinsky’s Madness……
http://www.scribd.com/DrewKazinskYANF209
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If the World is destroyed in the Year of Our Lord
Two Thousand and Twelve
It will be NOT the Mayan Prophecy but more because
The Laws of the land are toxic to our health
The inherent buzz within the insanity of the vanity
Of materialistic humanity will be the real reason we kill ourselves
The American Dream is corrupted or maybe it already was
Since forever it has been based on Power and Wealth
They continue to feed us filth
And
Remain in the back ground, hidden in impenetrable stealth
While the average American just wants to watch television
And fuck a beautiful MILF
While the World continues to go down the drain
As the youth snort bath salts and quickly go insane
I guess I could refrain from giving all the blame
To these not so innocent folks
Who, without narcotics and stimulants, can never maintain
Who were bred within stupidity and wait
For the pleasurable reality of getting laid
Maybe it really is not their fault
Because this was exactly how they were raised
But the simple fact is that this does not explain
Why they refuse to ever allow change
And when confronted with the horrid truth
They are as uncouth as the vilest of America’s misbegotten youth
I have given up on Life more times than a few
Because try as I might, inside I no longer wanted to fight
But the Pen and Paper urges me always and forever to write
So I guess that is what I will do until this nonsense
Begins to sound annoyingly trite
This is the modus operandi of Mister Drew Kazinsky
It shatters my heart,
But even friends and family refuse steadily to forgive me
For these words that I write
It’s because they know that as they lay awake
In the dark hours of the night
Those same friends and family feel the real pain of the truth
And know in their secret heart that I am right
But in the brightness of a pretty spring day
They push their night terrors away
While I remain an asshole to them
Because I have done nothing with my Life
And I happen to have the balls to ask the important questions
Such as why
The American Government has betrayed and forsaken their own people
With a system that can never forgive them
Of the consummate tyranny and plain old evil
I believe it is dishonor against our Founding Fathers
To support and accept The Patriot Act
It has only gotten worse in the last ten years
Since illegally passed by an illegitimate President
Whose vices were sniffing cocaine and smoking grass
The Department of Homeland Security with their Saturation Teams
Have totally infiltrated local Police Departments
While The People refuse to react
There has been a rise in the number murders committed by the Police
While the Main Stream Mass Media have continued to slant
The news but all you have to do to learn how to stand
With the indubitable truth
Is read about the tragic case of innocent Oscar Grant
An impeccant man murdered for no good reason
In East Oakland’s Fruitvale District
January 1, 2009
And while those ruthless animal cops detained him in custody
In front of hundreds, a shot rang out in the echoic BART Station
Suddenly Oscar Grant was deceased
Shot once allegedly and accidentally by Johannes Mehserle
It’s a vicious curse of a cruel creation
We are the humanity of a society which we have to live in
The Tyrants who have manipulated the Political system
Cannot and never will be forgiven
Every immoral act they commit only deepens
The self-made subterranean grave
That they have their whole life been diggin’
I know unambiguously what is my very near reality
The possibility that for my words
I will one day be put under arrest
But lest you forget
I would go to jail for writing what I believe
Because I am a True American Revolutionary Patriot
And I believe absolutely and completely
In both the U.S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights
Even if sometimes I think most of the Founding Fathers were hypocrites
But I believe they would support the Occupy Movement
Because they would understand that issues are confusin’
And when you have to take to the streets
In search of Justice
Most Occupiers’ rationality will sometimes leave them
I still believe the Founding Fathers would have seen them
Not as Enemies of the State but
As the indubitable protectors of American Rights and Freedoms
That is why I will ALWAYS support Occupy Oakland
And you can quote from me the above rhymes as a valid reason
What to do when the President of the United States of America
Behaves like a manifested Demon
After promising the American people change
If we believed that, it’d be like we were just an insane
Junkie suffering with a failing liver but
Still injecting heroin every day into our anterior jugular vein
We have all forgotten the Faces of our Mothers and Fathers
If we do not question and fight against
The World Monopoly Game
The Despots who really run things will continue
To Play with our lives every Night and Day
Of course, if the greedy Money-Men
Still refuse to hear what we say
Then we will fight for our Civil and Human Rights
Until they all tremble with a profligate frown upon their collective face
Terrified of the utter purity of our righteous rage
Believing in these things continues to leave me
Within a serene, pure State of Grace.
Which helps my words flow perfectly upon the page!!
Andrew N. Farrens
Drew Kazinsky A True American Revolutionary Patriot
West Stockton, California A.N.F.
March 03, 2012
This is stupid…….
I just finished reading this article about how a fourteen year old girl was shocked over the content in her school assigned book she was reading. “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian” was written by Sherman Alexie, who is a Native American author. The book contains graphic descriptions of masturbation and other sexual acts. The book has been banned by several school districts and the parents of this girl are demanding the book be banned within their district. I find many problems with this. I dislike any book being banned, even if I do not agree with it, as banning books will eventually lead to burning books and that frightens me because it reminds me of Nazi Germany. As anyone who has read Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451” can tell you, burning books is not a good idea and seems to strip a Soul of their compassionate humanity. Even banning books can lead to violations of our inherent freedoms that young men and women have died overseas to protect.
The book should not be banned due to one family’s protest. If the girl is fourteen, she likely already knows how to masturbate and it is also very possible she or one of her friends have given a guy a blow-job. Maybe she has had sex with more than one guy and her parents do not know. It may be a distasteful book but young girls grow up very quickly in today’s Society and Culture. Unless she is not allowed to listen to music, watch television, watch movies and her parents kept her locked away in isolation her whole life, then I am almost certain she has seen worse than what is written in this book. I reiterate that it is very possible she has done worse than what is described in this book. I remember being fourteen. I recount what my girlfriend Jennifer and I were doing back then and I can assure you that this book is completely P.G. rated when compared to our youthful transgressions. Some would likely consider our actions XXX and I thank The Gods everyday that I did not end up a teen-age father but I was blessed with a mother who taught me about sex education and protection early. It is from her education and not from any schools Sex-Ed information that I managed to protect myself. I understand from kids I know that things have only gotten worse when it comes to the defilement of young women and sadly many of these sexual acts are instigated by the ignorant girls themselves.
Honestly, we as a society are responsible for the immature sexual situations children find themselves in because our sick culture seems to endorse that irresponsibility as a good thing. Of course parents are to blame but a parent cannot know what their children are up to twenty-four hours a day and even if they are the strictest parents in the World, even they must sleep. Children find ways to be bad and if two teenagers decide to have sex, it is almost impossible to stop them. Instead of banning books because the content supposedly offends certain families’ morality, sexual education should be taught. I believe it best to teach children about sex as soon as they reach puberty. They are then old enough to understand the physical part of it and the consequences of their actions if they decide to have sexual intercourse. I also think condoms should be handed out in schools and other places where young people congregate. I understand the argument that by giving the youth information about sex and condoms at the same time is an open invitation to have sex with one another. While there may be a glimmer of ironic truth in that argument, the tragic fact is most teen-agers will have sex anyway and if they are going to do so, is it not better that they understand and have protection? There are many young mothers out there that knew all about sex and how to do it but they had not an inkling how to go about it safely.
If the Mainstream Mass Media machine refuses to alter the content of their movies, television shows, and music, then they must also allow the message of sexual safety to reach the youth. Maybe a book such as this one is what is needed. I have not read it and have no idea if safe sexual practices were occurring in it but from what I have read in reviews, the author goes out of her way to portray a life that some would say is a definition of loose morality but is truly the sad consequences of living life as a poor minority. This book is about an American Indian girl who experiences many negative actions due to her Indian heritage. If the book reads like the way I think it does, it should not be banned because maybe more light will be put on the horrible lives that some Native Americans live, due to poverty, alcoholism, racism, and a lack of education. White people have been abusing these people for hundreds of years and even today, there are tribes who live in areas that closely resemble Third World Countries. There have been a few tribes who have been lucky; these American Indians have learned from their years of torture and have established casinos on their reservations that generate vast sums of money for their people.
That is great, wonderful news and the Mainstream Mass Media and the American Government, who of course work in tandem, would like the American Public to believe that all Indian Tribes are treated equally and sharing the profits with each other. As nice as that sounds, it simply is not true. The Tribes do not support each other like that (please remember that there were many wars between the different tribes.) and with all the American Indian Tribes in The United States of America, there are only a few that are allowed to own and operate casinos. The other Tribes are poor, existing on government rations and whatever work they can find. In rural America, as in the cities, employment can be very difficult to find. My point is that American Indians, just like any American minority and the Poor, suffer in terrible conditions that are obviously alien to the folks who would like this book banned. The book is titled “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian” and I believe the author tried to write what she considered to be true so it does not surprise me that the book has graphic detail. The lives of the Poor and disenfranchised are not pretty at all……
http://www.wlky.com/news/30264341/detail.html?source=htv
.AN.F.
Drew Kazinsky
January 23, 2012
West Stockton, California
If you care about what the Government (and do not forget the folks in the back-ground because you can elect a new President but if you do NOT FIRE the folks behind the scenes who have been running the Government for the last 50 years or so, nothing changes. It is scary to recognize names in the News today that I remember reading about in one of the best political books ever written, “Fear and Loathing on The Campaign Trail 1972″ which was written by Hunter S. Thompson for Rolling Stone Magazine. The same idiot assholes he was writing about in 1972 are still on the scene today! Only if these people are removed will REAL change happen!!) is doing to take away our freedoms and our God-given inherent rights, not only on the Internet but in REAL LIFE as well, I recommend you check out the website link I posted below. Otherwise, go drink alcohol or smoke dope so that when you are arrested or even killed by the Police (THE BIGGEST GANG IN THE WORLD!) for doing or saying something that was once okay, you will not feel the pain of shocking BETRAYAL.
Maybe I will not say “I told you so” but I sincerely doubt it. I have been talking and writing about political and conspiracy type “nonsense” for close to twenty years (I was always the weird political guy in school, arguing with teachers over Political Dogma constantly and relentlessly.) and NONE OF MY FRIENDS OR ASSOCIATES IN STOCKTON CARED THEN but now they want to act all revolutionary and such, preparing for a bleak existence of survival after society inevitably collapses. I am not saying the World will blow up nor do I truly believe the Mayan Prophecies but if you listen to “Coast to Coast A.M.” every night, you begin to realize that some serious stuff is happening and HAS BEEN HAPPENING. The destruction of our World, Society, and Culture was engineered many years ago by nefarious and insidious fiends who worship omnipotent avarice. If there is one thing to remember, it is that GREED for POWER is at the core of ALL the World’s problems. When we go to war in Iran, which I believe will happen before the 2012 elections, remember that it is for other reasons than stated in the Mainstream Mass Media. I am glad my friends are finally politically and socially aware of the peril we are all in but sadly, there is nothing we can do now except fight back unsuccessfully with the limited resources that exist. If we had prepared years ago, there might be a fighting chance………
I am not a Doomsayer, folks, just a pragmatist who is blessed with enough intelligence to read between the lines. After predicting so many defeats in the Human Rights struggles of The World and the U.S.A. (and if you think The United States of America does not have Human Rights troubles and issues, look at the terrifying statistics Amnesty International compiles every year. You can find such information on their website. Last week was Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday and everyone celebrated how far we have come but EVERY-DAY IN EVERY CITY AND STATE there is a violation of Human and Civil rights in this country. That is truly sad in The Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Twelve……), I am honestly sick and tired of being right. If I had not screwed up my schooling and education, I am sure I could be paid huge ridiculous amounts of money for my written opinions, since I am usually half-way or completely correct in what I write. If I am not entirely right in my “educated” opinion, then it is at least entertaining enough to attract attention to the News and Current Events that is either ignored or censored by the Mainstream Media. Alas, I screwed up on the money making bit but that does not mean what I write is any less credible in this sad World……
BEWARE OF THE MASS MEDIA FOR THEY LIE!!
.A.N.F.
Drew Kazinsky
January 21, 2012
3:21 P.M.
West Stockton, California
Every Man, Woman, and Child were killed
Their innocent blood was spilled
On the kitchen floor and splattered on the walls
As a result of a bad drug deal
That had gone wrong
Now the whole family is dead
No more Dad, no more Mom
The Killer is sick in the head
The kind of man not fond of Love
And sees Life always in Red
Pure anger and pellucid hatred
For a World filled with people fakin’ and hatin’
Who lock themselves away in a Barnes and Noble bathroom stall masturbatin’
To magazines fresh off the Newsstand
And they don’t consider this as any sort of violation
Because the magazines never left the store
So how can they be stolen and really,
What is wrong with a little semi-public self-gratification?
So is it any surprise?
That the Killer had no pity
Or shitty remorse in his implacable eyes
As he stares at the corpse
He does not feel a damn thing and why should he?
She was just a whore
Of this materialistic World we all live in
Filled with liars and false prophets of apocryphal religions
Where even the dishonest priests truly believes the lies they are givin’
As the subtle glow of the full moon caresses him,
The Killer is diggin’
A hole for the dead woman in the kitchen
Cut and bled out
The sick nut then gutted her
Dismembered at the joints,
Removing flesh from the bone
Stopping only to sniff lines of coke mixed with oxy-codone
Trade name Oxy-Cottin
Guns, marijuana, cocaine, and prescription drugs is like a Stockton
Christmas with stockin’
Stuffers and every-thang
The Killer does not worry about the Police because he is Rich
And just like any other street gang
The cops can be paid off
In a currency of paper bills often said to be snuggly soft
This is The American Way
Where there is no Black or White (except on the streets)
There is only grey
In this so-called Justice System
Where so-called protectors of society prosecutes folks for simply livin’
The Serial Killer is a bad guy, Ladies and Gents, that’s right
And as you sit at home learning about The World
Only from the five o’clock news every night
You discover you are brainwashed and can no longer find the will-power to fight
When the knock on the front door sounds
On some bitterly cold, rainy night
Men from the Government will come to lock you away
For the rest of your senseless live
And I bet all you wonder about
Is if the Serial Killer you saw on television is still alive……
A.N.F.
Drew Kazinsky
January 19, 2012
West Stockton, California
Westies 209
It’s Devil’s Night
The Night before Halloween
All Hallows Eve
It’s not joy that you hear
As the little children scream
When you take in your last breath
You realize that this night is not a dream
It’s Devil’s Night
The Night before Halloween
All Hallows Eve
Tonight is not the night for trick or treat
This is the night for arson and fire
And when the Police arrive on the scene
Shoot the pigs in the head and leave ‘em for dead
In the middle of the street
I already know that when I die
It won’t be God but the Devil that I meet
I could be good this evening
But I live in the Darkness where it’s so hard to breathe
Knowing I once had a choice
And now it’s impossible for me to ever leave
I’m a dead man already
In Death, my Soul will never be free
Especially on Devil’s Night
The Night before Halloween
All Hallows Eve
It’s Devil’s Night
The Night before Halloween
All Hallows Eve
It’s not joy that you hear
As the little children scream
When you take in your last breath
You realize that this night is not a dream
It’s Devil’s Night
The Night before Halloween
All Hallows Eve
ANF
Drew Kazinsky
October 30, 2011
Stockton, Ca
10:30 P.M.
The Snow on the moutain-side
Hurts my Eyes
Since I’m a guy
I ease the pain with the sight
of bare breasts and naked thighs
In this titty-bar,
There is a good-lookin’ girl And
She just started workin’
The paying customers never question
why their wallets are hurtin’
I sit here at the bar again
Writing on a napkin
with this pen And
The bass is slappin’
I haven’t had too much sleep
But the whiskey I drink
Allows me to keep
A steady hand with a reasonable Mind
On the Double Dutch Bus (That crazy Drink)
I’m mad-man that you cannot find
Outside of Stockton
The Two-Ought-Nine
Once again my ex-girlfriend seduces yet another victim
For a whole lotta money (or she hopes) She will get him
later, he won’t even be a memory
And I keep getting drunk for free
While she’s on stage dancing,
I’m getting my own song dedicated to me
Feeling good and with each drink
The girls get more pretty
To fuck with these bitches, over at the Wild Orchid
You need to come with money cause
you can’t come here hella broke, poor kid
Cause the beauty some of these girls are showin’
Are more than worth the money And
The D.J. keeps playing music
That I consider funky
It all reminds me of Cali, my home
Besides my music,
He’s playing some old school Deftones
A little Mac Dre, along with Ten-Fold
Next, the D.J. grants my request for Nirvana
While I keep getting drunk,
Stoned of Bay marijuana
On stage, is a girl named Stacy
She’s a beautiful woman So
Don’t look at me crazy
When I say the prettiest girl is Cat, my ex-lady
But I am biased, in this I never fail
The song switches
It’s Trent Reznor with Nine Inch Nails
And that girl Cat, I’d still fuck like an animal
She’s the only one of these bitches
that could maybe handle
even of portion of me(yeah, right)
Oh, No!!
Start looking at the Confidence
of DreW KazinskY
It’s all pretend but she makes me believe
Since Reno ain’t Cali,
I gotta go to the room to smoke some weed
Right now, no-body cares
but I’m in the titty bar And
The girl with the long hair
Dances to music that I can do better So
I will
When it come to drunken Rhyme
I kill
Obsolete MC’s like DreW KazinskY
Running the Gauntlet out here in Reno
I’m not so stupid to lose
My money in a Casino
So I try and get what I can for free
which is not to get stopped by a rookie
Cop who finds the Shitaki’s
and then handcuffs me
on the side of the road
out there in Sun Valley
I’d rather make my money and get the hell back to Cali
But it’s cool
I’m drunk again
I am a fool
No use in Denyin’
these words
I am always writin’
Oh, no that Nicotine Habit
That I have been fightin’
has got me back for the Minute
When I get back to Cali,
Maybe this shit, I’ll finish
Drew Kazinsky
A.N.F. 1-19-08
Reno, NV
(Chorus)
I throw these Words so Quick on the Page
Whether to Express Pleasure or my Rage
It Doesn’t matter Any Fucking Way,
I just Write in the Dark Night until it’s Day
The Written Word is Black and White,
Almost Never will it be Gray
DreW KazinskY
is a Crazy, Killer Cracker
Just another Mad Man Rapper
In a vain search for a true slapper
Like the one feeding my Brain
from the speaker
I smoke Marijuana from a glass beaker
I stay down cause never was I a tweaker
and I don’t need a heater, to defeat your
Anger when you found out your girl, I beat her
But in a good way and never again will you see her
She’s mine now but I don’t want the whore
The Bitch is a bore, as Dumb as a door
And the sex was only good when we fucked on the floor
but I really can’t stand her anymore
She never buys me shit because the bitch is poor
It’s cool, I took her just to fuck with you
What are you going to do?
No, wait, let me ask again, friend
Just what the fuck are you going to do
To hell I will send you when the corner I bend
and put three slugs in you
Get out the car and go to work with the Power Tool
Feeling Evil and Wicked, like that Dumb Fool
that shot up the Children at Cleveland School
He shot himself, exit wound through his hair
That memory still haunts me though I wasn’t there
At night we used to smoke weed
On the Playground on a dare
talking with the Dead Kids about how Life wasn’t fair
I asked a question that gave them pause
Did God ever Care
for them or any other Child that was lost
I found the truth but I can’t tell you the answer
It’s the reason I’m a Mad Man, Killer Cracker
that will die from a bullet that a car-jacker
Shot me With
I can’t blame my attacker
He was a Kid
(Chorus)
I throw these Words so Quick on the Page
Whether to Express Pleasure or my Rage
It Doesn’t matter Any Fucking Way,
I just Write in the Dark Night until it’s Day
The Written Word is Black and White,
Almost Never will it be Gray
Yes, Sir!!!!!!
It’s time to deliver
old school shit that
I know you remember
Back in the Day
When you could never
Imagine the Life you live now
Days spent smoking weed
wondering exactly how
did it all come to this
I remember when people were real
Not this Fake Bullshit-ters
Narcotic Anonymous Quitters
Such a Skinny Bitch
with just one Finger I could lift her
Over my head and into the Sky
Your girl could be mine
If and when, I got her High
These fucking Kids on BART
annoy me and they don’t even try
I know your only Fifteen
But I think you want to die
Cause the bullshit is getting close
they ignore me and they see
in my note-book, I’m writing prose
Not a threat or so
they think they know
but Kazinsky’s a Sick Ghost
Ready to grab his knife, slit their throat
Slice some meat, and cook up a Roast
I’m originally from the Central Valley
Of Northern Cali
But I now be In the Bay
Where Life is sometime Deadly
but you best believe the Kazinsky
is more than ready
I send letters through the Mail, guaranteed
to make my enemies not forget me
Shit, these
Motherfuckers must have forgotten
that I’m from Stockton
Now in the Berkeley Hills,
Blasting into the Dark with a Shotgun
My back hurts now and I need a Vikadin
Any-one got some?
(Chorus)
I throw these Words so Quick on the Page
Whether to Express Pleasure or my Rage
It Doesn’t matter Any Fucking Way,
I just Write in the Dark Night until it’s Day
The Written Word is Black and White,
Almost Never will it be Gray
Drew Kazinsky
Rewrite: 04/06/08 Berkeley, California
My, My, My,
Walk with me and let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear
I stare into the bright lights of illegal fireworks that to my delight
explode to the heavens, showering the ground with fire
Make some noise for the fallen soldiers
and the night turns brighter
As you’re ears ring with the explosions
The inside of you’re eyes bled white
sparkles on the waves of a thousand oceans
Freedom rings true and sweet
Call America whatever you’d like
We won’t suffer in defeat
A salute to the Gods
of freedom
(even when it sometimes rings hollow)
.A.N.F.
DreW KazinskY
July 5, 2007
12:12 AM
Murmurs of a Ghost
Whispering in my ear
Living outside myself
within Loathing and Fear
I know not a way clever
For what it is I should do
I know I live only for me
And never again will for you
Fuck this world And
You that exist within
My life would be better
If I could appreciate My Sin
I cannot seem to grasp
The Nature of my Crime
I destroy the English Language
with ever Alcohol Soaked line
For my own amusement
I decide to make the words rhyme
What do I care if you hate it
and forever refuse to listen
Surely you are a Conservative
A snot-nosed Christian
More than likely at Bible Class
Learning a hateful religion
Ignore me, please,
I must really be trippin’
No, not really
For the bible was written
By authors who were Gods
of their own Masters
and lets not all forget
Jesus Christ was born a bastard
Who, if he was alive
would be drunk and driving faster
than the speed of sound
in the dark, purple twilight
I always ask the question
Which is simple, Why fight?
On any drug-filled night
I very well could
I mean I might
just let the Demons
Swallow and Eat Me
But these are just thoughts
After a night of Whiskey.
Drew Kazinsky
Early Morning within The Gates Of Brookside
Visiting with Child Hood friends And
They are Real
So here’s Kazinsky with another rhyme
Can’t seem to get my mind
out of the gutters of the two-oh-nine(209)
I think my continued misery
is a positive sign
that it is salvation I must seek
but never find
It’s okay, I understand
I wanna make a hundred dollars
into a hundred grand
and it certainly wouldn’t be
done by any legal means
Imagine something out of Movie Scenes
The only way to get tax free cash
is by moving things
And what does that mean anymore?
because when the shit hits the fan hardcore
The almighty dollar won’t mean
a damn thing no more
Maybe One Day, Big Brother will want to arrest me
for the words I write
under the name of DreW KazinskY
I must be a schizo cause the voices whisper:
They are all out to Get ME
I hope I’m not dead in a few years
but my dreams are starting to convince me
I need to write more words because
I believe One of the Gods have sent me
to write these Songs of Freedom
and escape the material Greed, Men
of a evil nature put before our Eyes
but Now I See Them And
wish to rip off the disguise
and bring them the misery they deserve
for deceiving us with their lies
it’s the weight of this Responsibility
that makes me get so fucking high
So now you know why
ANF
Drew Kazinsky Berkeley, California
12/14/08
