Where it goes ten to twelve,
That extra notch of kick, a little more burning up, little more for the tank. Gosh man, you look around, look at anything,, so much to look at..
You look around and you know that you die alone.
Pairs out here building empires, carving stone into image, extracting a face from mineral.
I don’t know, I’ve never known.
And there is beauty, there is a busty bartender bellowing believable backstory, babbling on, like we do, boring or boastful,,all the same.
Fight with a stranger,
Mangle the danger, some mother fucker coming to my house to settle some score he’s sore over.
Silly.
Freeform isn’t born, it’s made from slaves, and all the signs point to “probably”.
Freedom, free dumb, what does it mean?
It means being able to say whatever you want, whenever you want.
It all means that you can do what you want, as long as you keep it between the lines. You can play this system,,,can’t play the reaper but you can play this thing we made up..Ahh,
Exhausted.
Feeling exhausted and I’m not myself,
SO you express nothing. You don’t really say anything, because you’re not feeling tip top,,,
That’s fine.
Saturn,
The god of the waxing and the waning,
Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it’s not horrible, and sometimes it’s even fun.
What’d up Saturn?
How you like them valleys and peaks?
How you like that be and flow?
Ahhhhhhh,
You know it, I know you know it, I’m just down here being a victim…
right…
Being a victim to that push and that pull.
The peaceful and that frenetic.
Push and pull, Ecclesiastes , “for everything there is a season”
Aye,,
A time to kill, a time to die.
Fair enough,, your rules are fair enough,
Tell me about a great equalizer, tell me of a character whom chops mountains down with the edge of his hand, break the seventh seal, give me that voodoo.
See you, I know you’re there,
Watching the life fly out of a corpse, ,,
That moment,
The moment at the moment of impact.
A soul survivor looking up to the sky, seeing the SECOND meteor…
Dark places, stank, whack,,,
That darkness.
Cash out Mr.gland