headfirst with a wrecking ball, our lifeless bodies lonely remains left lying on the floor. sweet. stolen time, asking for more benefits. they know the
strained eyes toward infinite night skies, hemlocks, sunsets through white pines, roadmaps and distant state lines. it only took one trip to understand
standing with bare backs against structures built strongly of good faith, add lies. subtract some care. obligation becomes optional and they collapse
not american, barely north american. ten thousand years of history (but hey, who?s counting anyway?) dissolved and forgotten in just over five hundred
at the end of the line are not merely players in time, we're the end result of progress forcing a new beginning. lifelong addiction for mass extinctions
breathe in. kindle the fire. a new plague now living so deep inside. this pharaoh?s found in the mirrors on our walls. war. the addicts scream war yet
like an episode of twilight zone there?s a country torn apart by personal preference, genetics, and the fear of progress. if a man and a man cannot walk
