There is no anger, just growing exhaustion and disgust. I no longer see difference between. A cynicism has been writing itself into my skin and I am sick to death of it. So let it burn down in the front yard along with everything I own, Piled up and sprayed down with gasoline, Stoke the embers with the broken necks of my guitars as we dance around in circles Torch ourselves in effigy, everybodys drunk on their own blood lust. https://youtube/watch?v=qcOo6PGQtow
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 18:40:06 +0000
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