Fellaheen Radio Network

The Canard cracks a smile, as the bloated drinker, saunders past his previous lament and begins his steady recovery of consumption, instantaneous fulfillment and manipulation. Yes, you merry collection of bastards and naysayers will soon begin, in the most herpical of ways, to resent the firey coals you subjected the Master Fellaheen to. There is no place, in your Saviors kingdom, for your soul....

Soul, in it’s traditional sense, is non-existent. May I suggest a reestablishment of the term: Soul- The ability of an individual to strive for Immaculate-bliss, regardless of obvious debilitating truths; Existing only as long as the individuals will. The actual capturing of this bliss lies souly In the individual’s grit and ability to stand alone, Never giving up his appreciation...

I keep telling myself As I breathe out, “O.K. man that“s the last breath.“ But then, I get to jones“n for oxygen, So once again, I inhale. At the top of my breath, I get a high that prolongs My life another moment.. Before I breathe out and Start the whole chase again....

If Obama is elected president, Are they going to Change the name to “The Brown.

There you see row upon row Of fresh fetuses ripening upon The boughs of people trees. A thousand rows of yellow, Five hundred rows of brown; dark to light, Two hundred fifty rows of white, And twenty-five rows of red. “Is this how he does it““ you think, Watching him toss some of the yellow into a bejeweled golden basket. Hand selecting those he wishes to keep, Smiling in...

I am the slave Of a prisoner.

Heaven is a refuge dump, Where all God's throwaways Go to rot. There they mingle in stench. Eternally toiling under God’s whip. To produce propaganda Denouncing the devil. Now the devil, he’s Not such a bad guy, He gets a bum rap. You see God runs things. And he won’t have people Going around with the idea, ’Perhaps hell’s not so bad.’ So he and his...