Grip them in my hand, then we run them across a psychological cheese grader.
The only angle that works, the only way you’d get anywhere, is if you wore a shirt that said
“I want your money”.
Then I’d respect you.
But you won’t.
Because you live in that sneaky, slimy little game..
I hate you, and you run the world.
SO…
So nothing.
Reap what you sow?
You sow “fraudulent”,
You build off this thing that isn’t real.
SO there’s a house made out of popsicle sticks, and there’s ants fucking everywhere.
(And by making no choice at all, you’ve still made a choice)
Something like that…
Is that Rush lyrics? Tom Sawyer?
(Chopped up)
Chopped up mopped up.
No trumpets blowing in the sky,no multitudes of angels, no mark of the beast or sevein headed monster in the sea…
(And the drugs won’t kill your day job)
That’s beck!
“Pay no mind”
(Snoozer)
It’s shopping malls coming out of the walls,,
The sales climb high, through the garbage pale sky,,, like a giant dildo crushing the Sun..- beck
(What a great lyric)
God damn…what a good lyric..
Someone who knew how to make the weird work,,, that’s a skill,, most people can’t handle it,, can’t fuck around with mercury on that level…
(Goddamn weirdos..)
Fuckin weirdos….
Out there… unhappy with all of this…
It would be fine if someone wasn’t mocking it….
(Salesmen)
FULL CIRCLE!!
Weeze just cattle yo,,,,
Weez just this insignificant little thing.
ANd every action taken, is laughable..
Ha!
dawn 