"Would you get it up the ass for world peace?" |
Stars.
They look upon me from the best seats in this...
The illusion of a future
Subliminally etched into our torpid minds...
My head screams and steams, like a kettle full of...
My fists clinch and my mind runs frantically free...
Day broke in a mirror
All of time confined in glass...
Sweet chianti -- bittersweet
My friend; enemy of consolation...
Life invented death and God perfected it's individual consequence. |
Life isn't about looking on the bright side of things; it's about realizing there only is a bright side and not letting it blind you. |