Flash Bulbs in the Hollow High Vineyard
Through the fundamentals of the human heart comes the desire to fit in. That reason alone is to blame for the rise of the desensitized. Huddled like buffalo through the open, every time the weakest of the pack falls... the group shall get stronger, but wiser? No, wisdom would say nay to the hay-day and scatter in a survival of the fittest. Let us not be Darwin though, but far into your puddle of clear blood. 10...9...8...7, the tv is your heaven. Attached by the nose, who knows where passion is to come from next. Canned or bottled, it may be the next "little blue pill".No matter...all i know is this, chivalry lives. It hides in poetic verses and he who curses, it hides in the flames of hate and the irony of fate. Who are you... 6...5...4, a lover or a whore? A believer or a pawn, spawned for the cash-in of murder. If I live until tomorrow, will you pay to see the movie of my death and leave with a grin because you got your money's worth? I shun the power of the gun, because one by one... we are eachother's sun. Shining black, through the colorless flaps of the "Oh say can you see" ... but we cant see, nor feel. We are the dumb mostly intrigued by the drum, tickled by the fancy. This is all because of you and the thoughts in your sick head, 3...2...1, have fun... now that emotion is dead.
Through the fundamentals of the human heart comes the desire to fit in. That reason alone is to blame for the rise of the desensitized. Huddled like buffalo through the open, every time the weakest of the pack falls... the group shall get stronger, but wiser? No, wisdom would say nay to the hay-day and scatter in a survival of the fittest. Let us not be Darwin though, but far into your puddle of clear blood. 10...9...8...7, the tv is your heaven. Attached by the nose, who knows where passion is to come from next. Canned or bottled, it may be the next "little blue pill".No matter...all i know is this, chivalry lives. It hides in poetic verses and he who curses, it hides in the flames of hate and the irony of fate. Who are you... 6...5...4, a lover or a whore? A believer or a pawn, spawned for the cash-in of murder. If I live until tomorrow, will you pay to see the movie of my death and leave with a grin because you got your money's worth? I shun the power of the gun, because one by one... we are eachother's sun. Shining black, through the colorless flaps of the "Oh say can you see" ... but we cant see, nor feel. We are the dumb mostly intrigued by the drum, tickled by the fancy. This is all because of you and the thoughts in your sick head, 3...2...1, have fun... now that emotion is dead.
mandalic:
well casual sex isn't for me anymore, i am happily devoted to my guy