the one true resolve of the flame and the bulletnnis a pile of flesh like an unmanned puppet;nna set of bones gone suddenly still.nnand in a lab under every flag right now,nnsomeone's splitting atoms, and inventing new breakfast cerealsnnin the shape of their nation's bordersnnand drawing brand new maps,nndiscreetly expanding their nation's borders.nnnn(andrew broder):nnit's root root root for the home team.nnshout like your dad at the tv screen.nntie a dollar bill around a circus flea,nnthe fee to flee what you can't see.nn(yo, i agree with glee with me).nnnnnnsomebody told me when the bomb hitsnneverybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated,nnbut if you lay face down on the ground for some time,nnavoiding the residual ripples of heat,nnyou might survive, permanently fucked up and twistednnlike you're always underwater refracted.nnoh but if you do go gas, there's nothing you can donnif the air that was once younnis mingled and mashed with the kicked up moleculesnnof the enemy's former body.nnbig-kid-tested, motherfucker approved.nnnnnnnnnnyou put your life in the hands of the highway designers,nnyour stride an unforseen side effectnnof the urban planner's realized blueprint dream.nnnnandrew broder:nnour font's bigger than your font.nnour font-so straight, so legible and all and impenetrable,nnlike a fortress, like a column, a skyscraper.nnour font will crush your font,nnwe like our font just fine-nnone font under god under god under god...nnnnchorus