The catch is never as good as the chase. Golden bullets spilling from a pill-case. You are not in a dentist's office but there is the sound of drilling through teeth and the smell of toothpaste.
The much abominable idea of gold at the end of a rainbow. There should be something more beautiful and substantial than that after all of those wonderful colours.
Infinite possibilities. Dead-end or one-way streets. Being isn't light; it's pretty heavy- at least, depending upon which side of the spectrum one resides on. Up at dawn. Machines. Machine guns.
End-of-the-world and apocalyptic theories (proven wrong). Nostradamus or the Hunchback of Notre Dame. There is no more to share, it's all gone. Do you care? Do you care about anything? Everything is obsolete; nothing is obsolete. Bare feet. Bear feet. Barely a feat.
Where does the sidewalk end? Rather, more importantly, where does it begin? Beginnings are more interesting and ultimately indicative of the ending.
A Karamazov conscience. Who would best win in a duel: Prince Myshkin or Raskalnikov? Or, maybe they would not fight at all but rather make love. The currency of love is more valuable than that of war, anyhow. Industrial versus agrarian. Ratify me away until somehow I do not exist for anyone or anything. Anymore.
Anymore it's impossible, nearly, to know what you're fighting for. A united divided nation. Seemingly, above- not under- god. So much fraud, that even the scammers are being scammed. How long until we get name-brands branded on our bodies like cattle or sheep- of course, naturally, for a fee. Fancy fantasies are what we are choking on, currently. No currency. I sold my clothes and kept my thoughts. Above coals, on top of the fire, it's pretty hot. Apparently, some like it that way.
Blue in a Red State. Blue in a Red State denying fate. Liberal conservatives, conservative liberals. Drivel? Find a side and take it. Or, hide behind a side and fake it.
Not easily classifiable, but identifiable nonetheless- this is a person. Yes. That is a person, remember this- at least try. Putting personal convictions and preconceived notions aside, you are full of life just like I. Furthermore, we will both die- for sure.
Dinosaurs, centaurs, senators, governors, geysers, and oil. The impulse of a moment. A split divided. Flying saucers and constellations and stars. Candy bars, wine bars, or beer gardens in big cities. Filibusters then pardons. The nitty-gritty.
The much abominable idea of gold at the end of a rainbow. There should be something more beautiful and substantial than that after all of those wonderful colours.
Infinite possibilities. Dead-end or one-way streets. Being isn't light; it's pretty heavy- at least, depending upon which side of the spectrum one resides on. Up at dawn. Machines. Machine guns.
End-of-the-world and apocalyptic theories (proven wrong). Nostradamus or the Hunchback of Notre Dame. There is no more to share, it's all gone. Do you care? Do you care about anything? Everything is obsolete; nothing is obsolete. Bare feet. Bear feet. Barely a feat.
Where does the sidewalk end? Rather, more importantly, where does it begin? Beginnings are more interesting and ultimately indicative of the ending.
A Karamazov conscience. Who would best win in a duel: Prince Myshkin or Raskalnikov? Or, maybe they would not fight at all but rather make love. The currency of love is more valuable than that of war, anyhow. Industrial versus agrarian. Ratify me away until somehow I do not exist for anyone or anything. Anymore.
Anymore it's impossible, nearly, to know what you're fighting for. A united divided nation. Seemingly, above- not under- god. So much fraud, that even the scammers are being scammed. How long until we get name-brands branded on our bodies like cattle or sheep- of course, naturally, for a fee. Fancy fantasies are what we are choking on, currently. No currency. I sold my clothes and kept my thoughts. Above coals, on top of the fire, it's pretty hot. Apparently, some like it that way.
Blue in a Red State. Blue in a Red State denying fate. Liberal conservatives, conservative liberals. Drivel? Find a side and take it. Or, hide behind a side and fake it.
Not easily classifiable, but identifiable nonetheless- this is a person. Yes. That is a person, remember this- at least try. Putting personal convictions and preconceived notions aside, you are full of life just like I. Furthermore, we will both die- for sure.
Dinosaurs, centaurs, senators, governors, geysers, and oil. The impulse of a moment. A split divided. Flying saucers and constellations and stars. Candy bars, wine bars, or beer gardens in big cities. Filibusters then pardons. The nitty-gritty.
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