[Instructions: Listen to The Postal Service Bend to Squares]

Final Destination In America were the public sings, In the lowdown slumps, rocky parts of the United Trash, In the vast areas of natural culture in the aim of perpetual endeavors. Of numerical values, of the common man, The digits that holds his life in check. The endless routine of the standard life, Wake, eat, work, rest and repeat. In my manifesto, my work of life, In my incomplete work that, which I strive to finalize. In the lasting emotion, and emotions past, In my dying wish to repeat words that contradict, Words that criticize, words I cannot and will not repeat. Oh fair touch, oh wondrous illumination that which I hold dear, I may only ask what keeps you here, Keeps you bound and tied and torn, Keeping the mind bloody, bleeding and swollen. In America, in the US, In the world in the national incest. In my dreams, in the American dream, In the motherland, in the country side, In EVERYTHING that breaths and moves like mine. In our hearts and in our souls, In all that which that we hold. Anthony K. Rosales

[Instructions: Listen to The Postal Service Bend to Squares]

The American tradition, The National interest, The Global warming, The Universal peace. United and divided, unseen and unheard, Patriotic and chaotic and always unearthed. Of the modern mind, the human body, and living tissue, Of human mistake, sin, heart, peace and fortitude. Of endless boundaries, of the solar void, Stand side by side as the pins drop, As the men die a domino stack, one falling, Falling, Falling, falling, FAILING, Gods gift of shame, war untamed. As we march as we lead, as we train and as we bleed, As the end and beginning again, as we started, refreshed. As we wake, eat, work, rest and sleep, Wash, tumble dry, rinse and repeat. As the universal being moves through the universal routine, God bless America, and all that its done for me.

Anthony K. Rosales