I do not look for the fight, the fight finds me
i try to avoid it, but it must forever be...
From slow Mondays
To Holy Sundays...
Reeking of Clermont-Ferrand male conditioner
and inhaling the religion of St Albans parish...
Micro-cats.
The tiny male courtesy's to society's bleeding...
As you figure
I am back...
I want someone
To stop me...
It was a cold November day,
it was a sickening hot July...
In this world consumed by greed and hate
Where everybody expects something in return...
Fearfull eyes glance
my way...
I'm not a stranger
No I am yours...
Deep encounters of the soul,
are only but a quick glimpse of reality...
People are like animals
That's how we are treated...